I'd had what I thought might be some sort of hernia up the wrong-un so went to the GP. The normal Indian chappy wasn't there but a vision in a ponytail and a tight black turtle-neck jumper was on duty. She asked what the trouble was and I explained that I thought I might have injured myself while moving furniture as the pain in the tradesman's only happened afterwards. She said that I'd need to drop the trousers for a look and quick as a flash I said that the pain had also affected my front parts and groin area too. Laid on my side as she poked around the ring-piece with a nicely lubed finger and then laid back while she gave the chap and his two chums a good going over. Asked me to get dressed just as I became tumescent in her hands.
Turned out I'd got a case of the Emma Freud's possibly made worse by the heavy lifting. As I was moving furniture due to buying a new house it was, sadly, the first and last time said Doctor was seen. True story folks.