People Share Their Most Embarrassing Doctor’s Office Visits

Going to the doctor is rarely fun, and with every visit, there is a chance that you, the patient, may end up embarrassing yourself. Whether it is because of some unsightly fluids, involuntary reflexes, or silly questions, something is always bound to go down in the office.

It’s not really your fault if you throw up all over your doctor’s shoes when he checks your tonsils. And sure, it’s tough to avoid kicking a doctor right in the stomach when they test out your reflexes. They’re used to it by now… but there are still some times when even doctors are taken by surprise at what happens to a patient, and the patient ends up more than a little mortified. The people in these stories know exactly how that feels, as they have been poked and prodded by medical specialists. Here are some of the most embarrassing things that have happened while visiting a doctor.

Plop, Right on the Floor

I found myself in an unexpected and rather embarrassing situation that day, as I had to go to the doctor due to intestinal bleeding. My doctor, who I had only met once before, was relatively new to me.

At the time, I was only 21 and had never had a doctor examine my lower digestive region before, but the doctor insisted it was important to do some tests and find out what was causing my discomfort.

So, I reluctantly bent over the examination table while my doctor prepared for the procedure. Then, she proceeded to lube up and began what felt like a quest for hidden treasure inside me. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in a day or two because of the pain that I’d been experiencing, which made things all the more awkward.

As the doctor continued her examination, a sense of impending doom washed over me. I try everything in my power to stop it, but I’m too late… To my horror and embarrassment, when the doctor finally completed her examination and removed herself from the situation, there was an audible and undeniable “plop” sound.

And there it was, right on the floor, staring me in the face. Although I had managed to prevent the rest of the disaster, the damage had already been done, leaving me completely mortified by the situation. Reddit User: BigCatTherapist

Inappropriate Exposure

Undoubtedly, my most embarrassing doctor’s visit was the time I went in to get a vasectomy. I was in one of the examination rooms with the doctor, where I had my feet up in the stirrups. The doctor explained that “my boys” were playing hide-and-seek, and they needed to come out for the procedure to proceed.

To coax them out, he positioned a rather uncomfortable-looking heat lamp above my nether regions, assuring me he’d be back in ten minutes. I don’t know if it was by accident, but he left the door open, which was the direction that I was facing.

For those ten excruciating minutes, I was left in an uncomfortably vulnerable position, my most private parts exposed to anyone who happened to walk by. You have no idea the level of embarrassment and helplessness I felt that day.

Then, I contemplated my choices: Should I cover up? Should I attempt to close the door myself? Or should I just maintain a forced, awkward smile and wave at anyone who accidentally locked eyes with my unexpected peep show? All I could do was smile and wave. Reddit User: tothemooninaballoon

Several Witnesses

Going in for a colonoscopy or any medical procedure can be a nerve-wracking experience, and sometimes the unexpected can happen. My doctor said that I should get checked for polyps in my colon, so I scheduled my appointment, and now that I know what happened, I wish I didn’t.

He used a tool called a proctoscope, which is used to pump your colon full of air, then look up your rear… As he used it, my backend starts to gurgle like there’s a huge fart coming. Despite my embarrassment over the unexpected noises, the procedure continued.

It was over pretty quickly, so I went to the bathroom for the cleanup, not remembering that there was still an insane amount of air trapped up there. As I’m walking halfway through the waiting room, things get ugly…

As I made my way through the waiting room, I ended up ripping this massive one that sounded like I may have just gone in my pants a little. To make matters worse, there were several other people in the waiting room who bore witness to this unintentional spectacle.

In the aftermath, I’m not even sure who was more horrified by the situation – me or the innocent bystanders who had just experienced this awkward moment with me. Reddit User: mydogfarted

Hypochondriac No More

When I turned 30, I suddenly became a hypochondriac: a person who is abnormally anxious about their health. I thought that EVERYTHING I experienced was a symptom of cancer or worse. So I decided to go see my doctor, who also happened to be a racquetball buddy, for an annual physical.

It was one of those moments in life where you realize the absurdity of your fears. I mentioned that I was having some pains in the left side of my chest, and I asked him if it could be cancer, even though I knew that my chances were low being a male and all.

He felt around, then with one of the straightest faces I’ve seen, asked me, “Does the pain hurt worse when you have your period?” There was no more hypochondria after that. Reddit User: PalmerKid

Too Much Room?

During my pregnancy with my daughter, I remember visiting my obstetrician/gynecologist’s office for a pelvic examination. As I lay on the examination table, my feet up on the stirrups, my doctor carefully inspected both my baby and me.

I distinctly recall hearing her say, “Oh, you’ll be absolutely fine if you have a big baby; there’s PLENTY of room in here…” At the time, I took her words to mean that I had a wide pelvic arch, which would make natural delivery a breeze.

I’m sure she meant that I had a wide pelvic arch and would have no trouble with doing a natural delivery. Well, at least that’s what I tell myself, because I’d hate to think that she meant that everything was really huge down there. Reddit User: LuckieMotor

Learning From A Guy

I once had an absolutely terrible experience with a throat infection. It started with slight soreness in my throat but quickly escalated to a point where it was unbearable. The back of my throat was so inflamed that it looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie, and I was in constant pain.

I tried numerous home remedies to no avail, and after a week of being absolutely miserable, I finally decided to go to the doctor to get it checked out. As luck would have it, the doctor who attended to me was an attractive woman in her mid-late 30s with blonde hair. I was quite surprised, as I had never had a hot doctor before.

She proceeded to examine me and swab the back of my throat, warning me that it might cause me to gag. At that moment, I remembered something a housemate had told me about how to suppress the gag reflex and was able to successfully avoid it.

When the doctor noticed that I didn’t gag, she seemed impressed and asked me how I had managed it. I responded rather awkwardly, saying that “some guy” had shown me the trick. She raised an eyebrow at me, and I immediately knew that my response had come out wrong. Reddit User: woodiewoodwoodwoodlet

Pee Or Affair

I had to take my father to the doctor to get his prostate checked; he was experiencing some difficulty peeing, so that’s what we decided to do. Then, we got called into the examination room by a very good-looking urologist.

The procedure consisted of inserting a catheter to my dad. After it was done, she removed the catheter and that’s when my father accidentally urinated all over her leg. Despite the awkward situation, the urologist maintained her composure and took it like a champ.

She even made a joke, saying “If I don’t get peed on at least once a day, my husband will suspect I’m ditching work to have an affair.” Reddit User: Relephanr_Username

“What’s That Smell?”

When I was approximately 8 months pregnant, I had to go to the doctor because there were times that I would get so gassy that it would get painful if I tried to hold it. While sitting in the doctor’s office, I got the urge to fart.

I tried to hold it in for a little while, thinking that the doctor might walk in if I did… After a few minutes, I started to feel uncomfortable and my stomach started to hurt. I was worried that my gas problem was getting worse, which made me even more anxious.

I decided to let out a little bit of gas to relieve the pain, but this turned out to be a mistake. As soon as I let it go, the room was filled with a foul smell that made me wish I hadn’t done it. I waited for a moment, hoping that the smell would go away, but it didn’t.

After about 30 seconds, my doctor finally walked in, and the first thing he noticed was the smell. He asked me what that smell was and I felt so mortified as I tried to explain my situation. Reddit User: FearlessEyes

Fighting My Doctor

When I was around 12, I had to visit the doctor’s office for a shot. I had a fear of needles, which my doctor was aware of. To my surprise, my doctor had kept the needle in his pocket with his pens so that I wouldn’t have to see it and get scared.

But then, in the middle of our conversation, he unexpectedly pulled out the needle and quickly came at me. In a state of panic, I instinctively punched him in the face, breaking his glasses.

Though it wasn’t my intention, I felt like I had to protect myself from the sharp object that was coming towards me. As a result, he had to restrain me by placing his hands on my shoulders and pinning me down to administer the shot. I couldn’t face him for a long time after that. Reddit User: octobereighth

Stop Sleeping Around

This story is about a friend of mine who had a reputation for being promiscuous. One day, he started experiencing a burning sensation when he urinated and became understandably concerned.

He decided to visit the doctor, who performed some tests, and two days later, he received a call asking him to come in urgently. He rushed to the doctor’s office, where the doctor came into the examination room holding a clipboard and looking worried.

“About that burning sensation,” the doctor said, and my friend grew even more anxious. “Yes?” he replied. “Do you work in a restaurant?” the doctor asked. “Yes,” my friend responded. “Do you drink a lot of soda?” the doctor continued. “Yes,” my friend replied.

“Is it something citrusy, like Sprite or Sunkist?” the doctor asked. “Yes,” my friend confirmed. The doctor then explained to my friend that the burning sensation was caused by excess carbonic acid in his system, which was being eliminated.

He advised my friend to cut out soda and stick to drinking only water, and he would be fine in a couple of days. “Why did you ask me to come all the way down here for that?” my friend asked the doctor. “So you’ll stop sleeping around,” the doctor replied. Reddit User: atlgeek007

My Angry Cushion

Back when I was in high school, I had to endure the dreaded experience of getting my blood drawn. Despite my fear of needles, I bravely went to the clinic, underwent the procedure, and paid for it.

But to my dismay, I realized that I had forgotten to ask for a note to explain my absence. I had no choice but to go back inside and wait in line again. As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a wave of heat and sweat, followed by a sudden coldness and dizziness.

My vision became tunnel-like and before I knew it, I was falling. I landed on a woman’s chest, who fortunately cushioned my fall, but not without a bit of surprise on her part. Still disoriented, I then fell to the floor and hit my head hard.

I lost consciousness and when I came to, I found myself back in the doctor’s office. My eyes landed on the lady who had helped break my fall and I could see that she was quite displeased with the situation. Reddit User: ajustton88

Being Poked And Prodded

I was referred to a specialist urologist because of a sharp pain in my nether regions. My wife, who is incredibly supportive, accompanied me to the doctor’s office. Although I was worried about what the doctor might find, having her there helped me feel less anxious.

The doctor’s office was located at a reputable teaching hospital, which meant that he asked if it was okay if a couple of medical students could observe the exam. While I was hesitant to agree, I ultimately said yes because, at that point, my dignity was already at a new low.

The doctor began his examination by pulling and tugging on seemingly everything he could get his hands on. He took some notes and then directed the two med students to have a feel in the same area.

As I looked over at my wife, I noticed that she was trying her best to stifle a smile, which made me feel a bit more embarrassed. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I appreciated the doctor’s thoroughness and willingness to involve his students in the process. Reddit User: [redacted]

Unwanted Attention

I hoped that it was just a benign issue or a minor concern. It was my first time going to this doctor, and although I wasn’t sure what to expect, she conducted what seemed like a normal examination.

When I was 21, I noticed a lump in my right breast, which was very difficult to process, as I was already a broke college student. So, I did what I thought was best and ignored it for a while. When I went home for winter break, I decided to get it looked at.

She carefully examined the lump, her brow furrowing slightly as she did so. I could tell that she was concerned by the way she measured and prodded the area. She also told me that it was unusual for someone my age to have a solid-feeling lump.

She wanted another opinion, so not only did she send me for tests, but she also called in another doctor. The waiting period was nerve-wracking and it felt like time was moving in slow motion. When the second doctor finally entered the room, he was accompanied by a group of 5 to 6 medical students who were observing.

He introduced himself and his team, which included a resident and several eager-looking students. There I was, in a small examination room, clad only in my underpants and socks, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

The situation was surreal and mortifying. As I lay on the examination table, the second doctor and his team took turns palpating my breasts, discussing their findings in hushed tones. Their collective “hmm… hmm” echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they were discovering. Reddit User: tortuganinja

“This One Shrank”

My story is more awesome than it is embarrassing. I contracted mumps during my first year of college, and one of the symptoms was orchitis: the swelling of one’s male parts. My left side swelled up to the size of a potato and was really painful and heavy.

The only way I could get around was to carry it everywhere I went. It felt like I had my own little companion for those weeks, and I even started jokingly referring to it as “Orchie.” So, there I was, dealing with my comically swollen sidekick, and it was time to visit the doctor.

After he checked my mumps and confirmed the diagnosis, I mustered up the courage to tell him about the condition down below. I dropped my pants, laid down on the bed, and waited for him to examine it.

To break the ice, he laughed when he saw my predicament and said, “What seems to be the problem?” jokingly. I pointed to my regular-size one and said, “This one shrank.” He couldn’t contain himself and laughed for a good 5 minutes straight. Reddit User: [redacted]

Going In For The Hug

It had been more than a year since my last visit to the doctor when I found myself walking towards the examination room. Just outside the door, I saw my doctor approaching. As we came closer, I noticed him spreading his arms, as if to give me a hug.

I was taken aback but decided to go along with it. But before I could make a move, he stepped back and made it clear that he wasn’t going to hug me. He was simply gesturing for me to enter the room ahead of him.

Feeling embarrassed, I lowered my head and hurried into the room. As I sat there waiting for my check-up, I couldn’t help but wonder if my doctor had misinterpreted my intentions. Reddit User: AnalogDigit2

Weighing Everything Around Me

The last time I visited the doctor, I was kept waiting in the exam room for an absurdly long time. Boredom set in, and I started to look for things to do. There was a scale in the corner of the room, so I thought that it would be fun to weigh different objects in the room.

I started with my shoes and then moved on to the magazines and my clothes. When I ran out of personal things, I surveyed the room and wondered how much the chair weighed, so on the scale it went.

At that exact moment, the doctor and her resident walked into the room to find me wearing nothing but a hospital gown and socks, trying to balance a chair on the scale. The look on their faces was priceless.

I quickly dropped the chair and stammered an apology. Embarrassed, I hastily grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed while they waited outside, giving me some privacy. Reddit User: linds360

Disarming My Dentist

For a while, my two front teeth were really loose, causing me no small amount of anxiety. I had this wild idea that I could yank them out the old-fashioned way, by tying a string around them and attaching the other end to a door handle, then giving it a swift slam.

It sounded adventurous, like something out of a cartoon, but my mom had a much saner suggestion: “Let’s go to the dentist,” she said, and I begrudgingly agreed. The day of the dentist appointment finally arrived, and as I entered the waiting room, I could feel my heart pounding.

When I was called into the examination room, I reluctantly took a seat in the dental chair, my palms sweating profusely. The dentist, a kind-looking figure who seemed to notice my distress, leaned in and said, “Chill, kid; I will freeze your teeth. It will only be a pinch, then it’s over….”

His words were meant to reassure me, but then I saw the syringe he was holding. I freaked out and kicked the dentist right in the arm to disarm him, which sent the syringe flying. My mom, who was standing right nearby, shouted at me, “Calm down, right now!”

I burst into tears. To make matters worse, in my frantic state, I flipped over a small plate that had all the dental equipment neatly arranged. I eventually calmed down and had those teeth extracted. Reddit User: MagicFeet

You’re Hurting Me

I had a yearly gynecologist checkup, and this year was with a doctor I’d never met before. The whole experience was rather nerve-wracking, as I had heard mixed reviews about her from a few friends.

We were talking during the exam, and it was going fine, but I had to keep telling her that she was hurting me. I tried to stay polite and composed, not wanting to create any awkward tension during what was already an uncomfortable situation.

When we were all finished, I went to the counter to get my pills, and to my surprise, she came out of the office holding a crumpled $5 bill. It was mine. I must have accidentally dropped it while getting ready for the exam.

She looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked if it belonged to me. Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and humor, I decided to lighten the mood. I responded by saying, “Yeah, it’s a tip; hopefully, you’ll go gentler next time,” and I gave her a playful wink.

I thought my attempt at humor might bring a smile to her face or at least ease the awkwardness of the situation. But she just handed me the money without cracking a smile or offering any response. Reddit User: princessK8

Saying Hello

I found myself in quite an awkward situation as I battled a urinary tract infection, a pesky ailment that had an unfortunate timing – my primary doctor was away from the office. Consequently, I had no choice but to end up in the care of a new doctor.

As I walked into the examination room, I was instantly taken aback by how attractive she was. Her presence was so captivating that it was almost impossible not to notice, and by the time my clothes were off for the examination, my nether regions seemed to be doing their best to make their presence known.

To my surprise, the attending doctor managed to shrug off my reaction pretty well. She even gave a chuckle and actually made the comment, “I wish my husband had the same reaction to me.” It turned out that her husband was none other than my primary doctor. Reddit User: LaheyDrinks

It Might Be Serious

I was grappling with a rather perplexing condition, commonly known as vasovagal syncope, which, to put it simply, played tricks with my heart rate and blood pressure, leading to those unsettling moments where I would suddenly faint, all thanks to certain triggers.

But one of the most peculiar triggers was that every now and then, during the rather mundane act of answering nature’s call (#2, if you will), I would inexplicably find myself keeling over in a faint.

As you can imagine, this wasn’t exactly the kind of problem one readily discusses at dinner parties or with colleagues at the water cooler. But after enduring this embarrassing ordeal for the third time, I decided it was high time to seek medical advice.

My growing concern was that this could be a harbinger of something far more serious lurking within my body. And so I decided to consult with a healthcare professional. With an amused and almost incredulous expression, he remarked, “Oh wow, that’s really embarrassing! Hold on, I HAVE to tell Barry this!”

Barry must have been a fellow medical practitioner, perhaps a colleague or friend of the doctor’s who would evidently find my case rather entertaining. And then sent me to the cardiologist for some EKGs. Thank goodness that it went away. Reddit User: ahab_and_the_whale

Holding Me Down

When I look back on my childhood, one vivid memory stands out like a scar on my mind, quite literally. I was only 8 when my dog, the one I’d grown up with, bit me on the top lip. The wound was deep enough that I needed stitches.

At that age, the pain seemed magnified, and the idea of needles entering my flesh was terrifying beyond measure. My aversion to needles had me flailing around like a fish out of water, desperately attempting to escape.

From what they told me, I hit a doctor in the chin, and it took my father sitting on my chest, a nurse on each leg and arm, and a doctor holding my head still so I could get 5 stitches. Reddit User: jugganath

Unwanted Guests

A few years ago, I’d regularly visit the health department’s gynecologist because I didn’t have health insurance at the time. These visits were always a bit nerve-wracking for me, but I usually requested a female doctor because it made me more comfortable.

One particular visit stands out vividly in my memory. Everything was going as usual until my doctor, a highly professional and competent woman, asked if it was okay for a student doctor to come into the room with us.

Not really thinking about it, I agreed, thinking it was an opportunity for someone to learn and gain experience. As I lay there, my legs up in those uncomfortable stirrups, in walks this incredibly handsome young man, wearing his white coat.

I have never been so mortified in my life. My instant reaction was to snap my legs closed, and I did, forgetting that my doctor was in between them. Reddit User: [redacted]

For Everyone to See

I decided to get a vasectomy for personal reasons, and everything was going well… that is until the doctors were cauterizing the hole that they had made. My skin smoked way more than it should have, to the point where it set off the fire alarm in the operating room.

It was an unexpected turn of events, to say the least. The shrill blaring of the fire alarm seemed to echo in my ears as I lay there, helpless and unconscious. As the alarm wailed, chaos erupted in the operating room.

Nurses rushed in, followed by a team of firefighters, thinking there was a real emergency. The surgeons, in their haste to extinguish the smoldering situation, had inadvertently summoned a small army of professionals from various disciplines to witness my unexpected predicament.

Embarrassingly, my modest procedure had become a spectator sport for an audience comprised of doctors, nurses, firefighters, and maybe even a few bewildered cafeteria staff members who had rushed to the scene out of curiosity. At least I was unconscious when it happened so I didn’t have to see it happening. Reddit User: pluckythewhale

My “Medication” History

During the question and answer portion of an interview one time, the nurse didn’t ask about “medication usage,” but I noticed that she checked the “yes” box. When the doctor walked into the room, he just asked me, “So, what kind of medication are you on?”

I responded by saying that I didn’t know what he was talking about. He looked at me and seemed convinced that I was just lying. He picked up the form and pointed at the ticked box as if it held all the evidence he needed.

With a sigh, he began explaining what confidentiality meant and how my responses were meant to be kept private. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed. Reddit User: Alxhooter

Crying in Front of the Ladies

When I was 25 years old, I had to undergo laser lithotripsy, a medical procedure aimed at breaking up kidney stones that had been causing me immense discomfort. Then after which I would be left with a stint, which would be removed two weeks later.

So, I got into the appointment, and all the nurses in the office were around my age and very attractive. They were gathered there to receive training on the intricacies of my procedure, and I couldn’t help but feeling nervous.

So there I was, with five good-looking women. They all watched as I took off my pants, and one of them puts a paper blanket over my nether region. We sat there for about 15 minutes before the doctor came in and completely embarrassed me.

He nonchalantly removed the paper blanket covering my nether region. The room seemed to shrink as I suddenly found myself exposed in front of the nurses, all of whom were now attentively observing the proceedings.

As if the situation weren’t embarrassing enough, the doctor administered a painful shot on top of my stuff. I’d never been in so much pain before in my whole life. He then walked out to get the stint, leaving me exposed as I cried. Reddit User: R12356

Explaining How I Found It

My husband found a rash on me, and no matter what I put on it, it wouldn’t go away. Despite it being in a personal area, I decided to go to a walk-in clinic because I wanted it gone. When I got there, there were two doctors on duty: an older man and a handsome younger man.

As I walked into the examination room, I secretly hoped that I would get the older doctor because of the embarrassing location of my rash; the way my partner discovered it would have to come up.

But fate had other plans, and I ended up getting the hot young doctor. And sure enough, I had to explain how I found my lovely rash. I could feel my cheeks burning as I recounted the embarrassing details to him, but he maintained a professional demeanor throughout. Reddit User: Schandels

Calling for Help… Five Times

A few days ago, I found myself in a situation I never expected. It all started with this excruciating, stabbing pain in my side that hit me out of nowhere. At first, I couldn’t help but think the worst – that I was dying or something equally dire.

Thankfully, my dad, always the voice of reason, suggested it might be appendicitis, urging me to seek immediate medical attention. So, off to the hospital, I went, with a cocktail of fear and uncertainty coursing through me.

The doctors and nurses, in their ever-caring but persistent way, kept inquiring if I had ever experienced a kidney stone before. Each time, my response remained the same: a resounding “no.”

After a battery of tests, including a CT scan and X-rays, they found a tiny but tormenting 3 mm kidney stone, causing all this commotion. Unfortunately, I couldn’t handle much pain, so even the shot they administered to ease my suffering was far from pleasant.

Picture this: a 19-year-old, tears streaming down my face, with my dad by my side, trying his best to provide comfort and reassurance. It was a moment of vulnerability I hadn’t expected to experience at my age. I ended up pressing the help button 5 times because I threw up from the pain. Reddit User: Church-of-Nephalas

Being Squeezed Hundreds of Times

I found myself in quite a perplexing and uncomfortable situation when I had to visit the doctor to address a concerning issue with my male anatomy. You see, one side of me had swelled up considerably, and I couldn’t ignore the persistent, albeit mild, burning sensation that accompanied it.

The entire ordeal was made even more awkward by the fact that I wasn’t yet an adult, so my parents dutifully accompanied me to each and every one of the numerous doctor’s appointments that followed.

At every visit, I endured the discomfort of having that particular region examined and prodded, all for the medical professionals to ultimately diagnose me with inflammation, which was something I had already figured.

The last doctor ended up doing an echo on me and said that it could be a case of torsio testis (being rotated or twisted down there). I was slightly relieved, but now I’m quite sure that all the doctors in the state have seen my parts. Reddit User: danbenver04

Instant Relief

One day while at work, I experienced a severe episode of chest pain, sweating, and lightheadedness, which led me to rush to the doctor’s office, fearing I might be having a heart attack.

When I arrived, the doctor conducted a thorough examination that included checking for blood clots, and bone fragments, and examining all my organs. Despite all the tests, the doctor found that the chest muscles surrounding my heart were worn out due to my recent implants.

He advised me to remove my bra, and to my surprise, I felt an instant relief. Although I felt embarrassed, I realized that it was better to be safe than sorry. Reddit User: Runwithscissors

The Worrisome Pink Spots

I woke up one day with a really sore throat, unlike anything I’d experienced before. It was a sharp pain that made me uncomfortable and worried. I tried to take a good look at my throat in the mirror and then I noticed these large pink spots all over the very back of my tongue.

I immediately started to worry, wondering what could be causing them as I’d never seen them before. I tried to think of what I had eaten or drank in the past few days that could have caused them.

I also began to think about what other symptoms I might be experiencing. Were there any other parts of my body that were causing me discomfort? After a week of fretting, my mom decided that I should go to the doctor. I was hesitant at first but eventually agreed.

When we arrived at the doctor’s office, I was nervous and anxious, but the doctor was friendly and professional. He examined my throat and tongue and told me that what he was seeing was…my taste buds. I have never seen my doctor smile so wide before, and to this day, my family still teases me about it. Reddit User: va_bene

Lying to My Doctor

Two to three days after doing the deed for the first time, I went to the doctor’s office. At the time, I was only 17, so my doctor asked if I could be questioned in front of my mom, to which she, not I, responded yes. The doctor gave me “the talk,” while my mom nodded and said that I’m not a stupid girl and I knew to wait….

She also told the doctor that I would tell her everything when the time came. I didn’t honestly want to do that, but I had to lie and say it was just my time of the month to avoid having the normal checkup exam in front of the doctor. Reddit User: namesurnn

Reaching for the Stars

Because I played so many sports in school, I had to go get a physical, and it was my first one. The doctor performed a number of tests before moving down to check my nether region. When it was time for the doctor to check it out, I got pretty nervous because I’m kind of insecure about my body….

I was so worried about it that by the time that I removed my clothing, my nether parts were, let’s say, reaching for the stars. My doctor just laughed it off, thankfully, probably having seen it tons of times before. But I can’t seem to shake off the shame. Reddit User: Shirrow

The Poor Nurse

Because I have epilepsy, I’m not able to take a birth control pill. There’s some component of it that will negatively interact with my current epilepsy medication. So after looking for other sources of contraception, I decided that the best option is the shot, but the only problem is that it needs to be injected…on my butt….

The first time the nurse stuck me with the needle, it took me by surprise, and I let one slip. It wasn’t silent, and it was deadly. It went straight in her face, and I could hear her gagging. The poor nurse…I get gassy when I’m nervous. Reddit User: Loves_me_tacos125

Getting a Pair of Scrubs

I had to go to the emergency room after feeling unwell for some time. The orderly tells me that she has to take some blood to run for some tests, and I immediately tell her about my fear of needles. She smiles and says I won’t feel a thing, so we head into a room, and she begins to draw it….

Ten seconds into her drawing the blood, I pass out. I wake up not too long after, and I notice that I’m not wearing the clothes I came in with. The orderly told me that I peed myself. I was so embarrassed, but at least I got a pair of scrubs. Reddit User: Comp112

Only One Side

Because I had a hernia, I’d have to go to the doctor quite frequently to get it looked at. One day, while going to a new doctor, after the formalities were out of the way, he asked me to remove my pants, and I did. I completely forgot that I did not finish the task I set out for myself the previous night….

In preparation for the visit, I began to shave, but somewhere between me starting and finishing, I decided to stop. What was left was exactly one half of my hair shaved and the other half as hairy as can be. The doctor looked up at me and said, “It’s easy to start, but it’s hard to finish, isn’t it?” Reddit User: Andrewdles

New Year’s Eve 2001

It was New Year’s Eve 2001, and I woke up with this unexplainable and unbearable pain on the left side of my abdomen. It was so bad that I couldn’t move, and after about three hours, I crawled across the house in tears to call my mom, who was at work.

She came home and ended up rushing me to the ER, where they did several tests and x-rays….Luckily there was only one other person in the ER that day: an old lady who had a cut on her head and who tried to comfort me as I fought back breaking into tears.

The doctor came in, looked at me, and whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this…but your colon is full of poo.” I screamed, “That’s it! Get it out of me!” I took the salt drink option and was in the bathroom for eight hours straight. I felt so much better. Reddit User: [redacted]

My Girlfriend’s Remark

I had to visit my doctor to get my back looked at. It had been bothering me for some time, so I decided to go and bring my girlfriend with me for moral support. For some reason, which I cannot explain to this day, I began to limp as soon as my name was called.

There was nothing wrong with my legs or feet, but I just could not walk properly…. My girlfriend, who was just as confused, said, “It’s your back that’s bad! Why are you limping, you muppet!” She said it so loud that the entire room of people heard her. Thanks, babe. Reddit User: dithery

There’s a Lot of Hair

I was sitting on the wooden step that brought you from the kitchen to the living room when all of a sudden, I slid backward, and there was a sharp pain in my butt. I called a family member for help, and we saw a sliver of wood in my behind. We tried to get it out, but it was really in there, so we had no choice but to go to the ER….

We get there, and the nurse calls me in to get into the examination room to get it out. As she is removing the sliver, I hear another nurse comment on how hairy I am on my back and butt. I was pretty embarrassed, so I stayed silent. Reddit User: [redacted]

Coming on Strong

I was having really bad back spasms, so I called a chiropractor who agreed to see me that same day. The office was named after a nearby church, and all they played was Christian music. There was even a picture of Jesus stuck on the wall, but whatever, I went along with it….

The chiropractor, an attractive older guy probably in his 50s, asked me a million questions. I was in a lot of pain, and all I wanted was for my back to be cracked, but this guy had other ideas. He kept moving me to different rooms, where he began to ask personal questions, some about my husband….

I thought he was weird, but again, I was in a lot of pain. As he cracked my back, which is what I’d been waiting for, he walked around and tickled my feet. After that, he “personally” called me twice to ask how I was doing and if I’d like another appointment. Reddit User: seamonster1609