I can't take it anymore😥 The story of how I went to a proctologist after 20 years and was handed a map of my butt.

I can't take it anymore😥

That's really all there is to it.

It happened once before, 20 years ago.

Back then, it was swollen to the point of bursting, I couldn't sit down, and I rushed to the hospital half-crying.

20 years have passed since then.

This time, there's no pain.
It's just that the 'thing' won't go back in.

…You know what this is, right?

20 years ago, 'pain' won over 'embarrassment'.

My past self 20 years ago had pain that had broken through the limit, so I didn't have the luxury of thinking about embarrassment.
I was basically in a 'Help me' state.

But this time, since there's no pain, I kept putting it off.

I wonder how many weeks I repeated 'Oh well, it's fine'.

But if it won't go back in, it just won't.

Without pain, it's hard for a person to take action.
That might be the most common experience of all.

Actually, the other day, we had a lively discussion about hemorrhoids at a drinking party.

This isn't a joke, it's a serious story.

At a drinking party the other day, we had a lively discussion about hemorrhoids and colorectal cancer screenings (lol).

The people there also said, 'I'm too embarrassed to go to the hospital.'

When you reach this age, talk about illnesses comes up naturally.
Before you know it, the drinking party has become all about health talk.

And, in other words, that means everyone is dealing with it.

There are definitely many people suffering who just haven't voiced it.

One sneaky trick I realized when choosing a hospital

The place I went to was a multi-specialty clinic that included internal medicine, not just proctology.

This was a godsend.

Since patients from various departments are mixed in the waiting room, you can't be identified as 'that person is here for proctology'.

Even if you run into someone you know, you can pass it off as 'probably internal medicine.' (Maybe)

If you want to lower your embarrassment even a little, choosing a multi-specialty clinic is seriously a good idea.

I'll write down everything that happened in the exam room

The nurse in charge was a woman younger than me.

……Thank you very much. (lol)

This alone made me feel 20% more at ease. I'm writing this honestly.

Once I entered the exam room, I was first told to lie on my back.

They covered me with several towels.

'Please pull your pants down to your knees'

In other words, it's full-butt exposure.

The moment I heard this, I thought, 'Oh, so that's how it is.'
It was like my resolve was set, or rather, I had no choice but to laugh.

I turned on my side, and the doctor checked.
From that moment on, I started chanting the Heart Sutra.

A fish on a cutting board.

That's all there is to it.

During the palpation, I felt a finger enter, and it felt like a different world had opened up 😅
A weird sound... didn't come out

I'm going again.
Ah... fu♡

Am I a masochist? (lol)

But in that moment, I felt a strange sense of resolve. There was even a refreshing feeling of, 'I just have to leave it to them.'

Diagnosis: I had two, and I was handed a 'map'

'You have two. They are somewhere between Grade II and Grade III.'

The doctor said it so casually.

I was terrified, but the doctor's face looked like he was talking about something completely ordinary, which actually made me feel relieved.

And this is what I was handed.

It was a map of my butt.

There were clear red circles at around 3 o'clock and 11 o'clock on the clock face.

That was the moment my butt got an address.

When he said, 'We'll treat it with medication,' I felt deeply relieved.

Because at my age, things like cancer are possible.
Just knowing it wasn't that was enough for me 😊

The doctor had circled Grade II and III on this instruction sheet for me.

It felt so personal that I couldn't help but laugh. (lol)

Grade II to III is the stage where 'it prolapses but can be pushed back in' to 'it doesn't go back in on its own.'
That was the moment I realized I was glad I came in early.

On the way home, I realized the true nature of my embarrassment.

The embarrassment only lasts until you open the hospital door.

Once I opened the door, said "I'm here for the proctology department," and filled out the medical questionnaire, I was past the point of no return.

After that, it was just a routine. The doctor and the nurses were completely in work mode, and they didn't care at all even when I had to bare my entire rear end.

While I was paying at the counter on my way out, someone covered in blood from an injury rushed in.

Obviously, their situation was much more serious.

Talking about my butt was just a normal thing inside the hospital.

By the way, I have my own personal nightmare scenario.

People say proctology is embarrassing, but I'll be honest.

For me, the real nightmare is the urinary catheter.

That thing makes you cringe 💦
I think all the men who have had it done know what I mean.
Just imagining it is impossible for me.

I can't say I'm "used to" the proctologist yet, but at least I've come to think it's better than a catheter.

Humans can become stronger when they have something to compare things to 👍

And tomorrow, I'm doing the 190km Biwa-ichi.

Tomorrow, I'm riding my road bike 190km around Lake Biwa.

Even though my treatment has only just begun.

If there is one thing I wish for.

That I don't have any "accidents" while riding.

That's all. (lol)

Is there a hospital you've been avoiding because you're too embarrassed to go?
Or what is your "personal nightmare medical exam"? (lol)
Please let me know in the comments. Thinking of you as a fellow sufferer will encourage me.

If you're wondering who this old guy is, click here👇

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