A Medical Mystery!
Old-timers and high contributors here sometimes get bored with the same old issues. So, here is a bona fide medical mystery (yes, I solved it with BIG help from the patient). After a little discussion, and if Sera does not solve it, I shall lay it all out.
About two years ago a Swiss woman with a German b/f or husband moved into this god-forgotten corner of the world. She is an avid cyclist and we met almost immediately after she moved in. She seems to enjoy spending time with me to revert to her native German. Although she speaks beautiful English she has difficulty with the Scottish brogue (including mine) and simply likes to get away from it. She is in her early thirties, so a bit more than ten years my junior. She is among very few women who can stay up with me on a bike and we usually finish together on the centuries and other longer rides around the Highlands. These usually end in some public facility, such as a school gymnasium or community recreation center, with rather open shower and locker room facilities so there is really no privacy.
Some things I noted: I stand 5’8” and she is a tad taller. She has rather broad shoulders and a broad back – not too different from mine. Her torso tapers into a narrow waist and she has the same difficulty with strapless bras as I have (we cannot keep them up). Her hips are quite narrow while mine really are not. She has a blond and rather thin bush – attractive. Her legs are obviously those of a cyclist with muscle definition a bit more pronounced than mine. And she has the most magnificent breasts – perfectly proportioned, well balanced and just the right height.
She flies back to Zurich every few months to visit family and, she mentioned, continues to see a doctor there. This is common in Europe where working across national health systems is a bureaucratic nightmare. I took no offense in her not making me her primary care physician. I like friends and we have fun together unencumbered by doctor-patient stuff.
About a year ago, she called me at the surgery and asked if she could stop by for “something for a urinary tract infection.” She made an appointment. My German medical schooling, the plethora of related conditions and our European hesitancy to prescribe antibiotics just would not let me hand her the pills. I handed her a specimen cup and put a few drops of her urine on a slide. The bacteria were so plentiful that a culture was not even necessary. I drew some blood and asked the lab tech for a white blood count.
“Up on the table!” She hesitated, started to say something and then removed her hose and panties and laid back with her feet in the stirrups. I noted very fine scars just outside her pubic hair (many of women have had some sort of labial “adjustments”) and when I spread her lips, there was a very red and angry crevice. Her clitoris, hood and inner lips were inflamed and her vaginal entrance appeared irritated. As nasty a case of urethritis as I had ever seen – clearly she had been uncomfortable for some time. I lubed my glove and she again started to say something but remained silent. I inserted my index finger and curled it upwards. There was lump just behind the pubic bone that was hard as a rock. I had never encountered this with a woman and she said three words that brought things into perspective.
OK, sexperts, what was I dealing with?
Brandye













