I'm happy to exchange small talk with my doctor. Really not a problem. It's just, if it's all the same to him, I'd rather do it when I had my pants on, when there wasn't a spotlight burning onto my nutsack, and when he's very much not firmly rubbing my testicles between his thumb and forefinger.
Because to be honest, there's just something about trying to describe Nicholas Lyndhurst while another man cradles your balls that feels quite weird.
