My urologist was also a cutup, in more ways than one!
I felt the biopsy probe enter with a left hand on my left hip. Then a right hand landed on my right hip! Then, as the probe probed, there was snickering!! Actually, 2 distinct snickers!!! And I could turn my head enough to see that the male nurse was also there. I chuckled a bit until the probe got into place and ZAP!!!
Fortunately, I had been friends with them both for years before, since my wife worked there. They assured me they didn't run that act with any other patients. I never heard any comments from anyone else other than how professional they were, which I believe.
A few months after my radical prostatectomy, my wife and I visited a friend in the hospital. As I was holding my wife's purse while she went in a restroom, I saw my urologist coming down the hall. I quickly put the purse handle in the crook of my arm and struck a coquetish pose. As he approached I said, ''You did this to me!''. After literally helping him up off the floor and letting him catch his breath from laughing, I said, ''Gotcha back!'' He wrote off my bill and got the hospital to do the same, as professional courtesy to my wife.
That's been. 24 years ago, with an undetectable PSA and no complications at all ever since. No wonder I have trouble finding anything to be grumpy about.