Injury Leads to Examination

I was injured by a forklift truck that was driven by a volunteer who claimed he knew what he was doing. We were loading crates in the warehouse one morning when the boss brought in a new guy who wanted to volunteer and help our mission. He told the boss that he had operated forklifts before and could be an asset to the mission. The supervisor had him do a few tests of running the machine up and down the rows of crates. He only had him pick up one small crate and drive it around then unload it. The supervisor was happy with what he saw and allowed him to continue. The next crate he had to pick up was larger in size and his view was going to be obstructed. The boss had us watch his every move. He went to raise the crate on the forks and it almost fell over. He was in need of some help, so we all stepped in to assist him in moving the crate. As he got the crate up in the air he started to move, but his steering tires were turned and his movement was going to swing the crate in the wrong direction. I stepped away to let him know he had to straighten his wheels first. He tried, but forgot what he was doing and stepped on the gas pedal, sending the fork into my pubic area. Oh boy did that hurt! The supervisor was informed I was injured and he had me on a fast trip to the doctors office that was across the street. Yes, the kid was removed form the operator’s seat of the lift. I on the other hand was in the waiting room, when I felt like I was going to vomit from the pain. The receptionist saw the look on my face and came over with a waste bucket.  She told me she would get me in as quick as possible. It wasn’t but 2 minutes later that a nurse came into the waiting room and asked me if I needed help walking back to an exam room. I told her I could walk slowly. She guided me to an exam room already knowing I had been hit by a fork lift truck. She asked me to explain the pain and where it was exactly. I told her on a scale of 1-10 it felt like an 10 at the time and it was in my mid section. She told me a doctor was going to be in a minute but she had wanted to know if I was bleeding. I told her no blood, just an impact injury. She asked if there was any bruising or signs of internal bleeding. I told her, as I lifted my shirt there was none that I knew of. She steps closer and puts her hand on my belly. As She pressed lightly she asked if that hurt. I told her no that the point of impact was lower. She asked me to unbutton my jeans and began to feel around. I quickly alerted her to the pain increase as she pressed just above my pubic area. She said she would go get the doctor. The next knock on the door was more of a warning, because the doctor walked right in without saying a word. She introduced herself to me and told me she was aware I was involved in a workplace accident. I told her a fork lift truck hit me in my mid section as I pointed to my half unzippered jeans. She reaches into the upper cabinet and explains to me she wants me remove my jeans and to drape the sheet she handed me over my lap.  She must have seen the look on my face and said she would be right back. I quickly informed her that I may not be able to do the task without help. She understood and opened the drape asking me to stand and lower my jeans. I did the best I could, but the jeans stopped at my knees. She saw how much it took for me to move, she just ordered me to lie back on the exam table. She held the sheet across my hips as I laid back. Once up on the table she removed my boots and jeans and placed them in the chair. She told me she was going to examine me by pressing on various parts of my abdomen. She started up high and pressed and circled around. She kept looking at my face as I was elevated slightly on the table. The sheet began to slip away, but she caught it in time. She then tells me that she will not expose my underwear and will keep the drape tucked into my shorts. As she attempts to do so I tell her there are no shorts under the sheet. She stops mid action and says oh, okay then. She moves the drape down a little and progresses her examination. She says out loud there is no sign of bleeding and says she wants to examine my groin but again tells me she will not expose me. I tell her that I am fine with it and she can do whatever she needs to examine me to make sure everything is okay. Just then the door opens up and in walks the nurse. The doctor tells her to grab the chart and take notes. The doctor starts back up at the naval area and repeats her examination talking out loud so the nurse can write what is being said. The nurse has her head down and in the chart while writing. The doctor proceeds to fold the drape over and exposes my right thigh and groin. She presses the folded paper down across my penis as if to say to it, stay put. She proceeds to palpate and feel around as I wince in pain. The doctor moves the drape back into place and moves to the other side of the table, however my penis gets exposed to her this time. She attempts to redo the fold and tuck method but fails again. She then asks me to move my penis to the right side. I see the nurse’s eyes slightly look up as she held her head down like she was writing in her chart. The doctor repeats her steps. I again am in agony as she pushes lightly on my skin. She then feels down my left leg asking if I can feel her touch or if it causes pain. She then tells me that she wants to examine both sides of my groin and I tell her that would be fine with me as I adjust my butt on the exam table.  The doctor grabs both sides of the paper drape and crumbles the paper in both hands as she lifts it way from my skin and then places it between my ankles. The nurse looked over at the paper being dropped at my feet then up my legs. When her eyes get to my penis she goes right back to her chart. The doctor meanwhile is sitting up right and leaning back a bit as she inspects my pelvic area with just her eyes. She tells the nurse to write something down that I do not understand what it meant. She then takes both hands and tucks her thumbs down into my crotch as her three fingers press on the inguinal canal area. She asks me to cough loudly for her, again. She then moves her hands in an up and down motion as she examines both sides of my pelvic area. My penis is hanging to the left as it usually does, and she takes the web of her left thumb and finger area to lift and push my penis out of the way.  She palpates both sides again and does the sweeping motion where she attempts to move my penis out of the way. Here I am naked from the belly button down to my socks, two females in the room and one of them is watching the other move her hands up and down my pelvic area with my penis flopping back and forth from the left side to the middle. If I wasn’t in so much pain I probably would be erect and dripping pre cum at this point. I am in so much pain though that can not happen now. She then lets go and takes a hold of my penis and asks if it hurts anywhere along the shaft or tip of the penis. I tell her no, most of the pain is above the penis in the pubic hair area. She lays my penis back down on my left thigh as if to say good night to it. She then begins to feel around my pubic hair, and pressing here and there as she does. I look over and the nurse no longer has the chart in her hand, and is starring at my penis and I can no tell if she has stopped breathing at this point. The doctor asks the nurse to go call the ultrasound desk to see if they can get me in now for an emergency scan of my abdominal cavity. The nurse walks out of the room but turns around to look in my direction before closing the door. The doctor then proceeds to tell me that her findings are inconclusive, and she wants me to get scanned right away before moving onto any other tests. Ice and ibuprofen are suggested for the next few hours. She stands up and picks up the half crumbled paper and throws it in the trash can. She asks if I can get dressed by myself and I tell her it hurts to bend over. She says she will help get my pants back on, then put my boots on for me. She slips my jeans over my feet and pulls them up to my knees, she asks me to swing my legs over and stand up. As I do the pants fall back to the floor. She has to bend down and lift them up. As they get higher my hands meet her hands on my jeans as we both raise them up to their proper height. I tell her I can button them. She takes a step back and looks down at me trying to get the button to clasp correctly. I finish that task and release my hands as if it took every bit of energy out of me to do such an easy task. She stands there looking down still as I get the arms to work again to zip up my zipper. That’s when I realize I have been hanging out of my jeans the whole time she was staring at me. I just plop it back into my jeans and half zipper up the jeans. She asks if I am ready as the door opens up and the nurse says we are in luck, they have an opening right now. The doctor tells me to return if the pain increases, and she will let me know what the test results are later that day. I have been since healing up, and every chance I get to replay that scene in my head I beat off thinking it is the only way I am going to get better. Sometimes in my wild fantasy mind I am too weak to perform the required exercises and the nurse or the doctor offer to so it for me.