McCoy is not a physiatrist nor does he want to be for the very thought of listening all day to people complain about their trivial problems irritates him. He's no good at giving advice and he knows it. Not that the majority of his patients listen to his advice anyway, the fools.
It is for this reason and not the fact he is barely more than three years older than the majority of the crew (ignoring ensign Chekov who lets face it, was the baby of the ship) that McCoy is irritated when the rest of them start treating him like some kind of father figure. The kind that gasp, gives out hugs.
To make matters worse his particularly awful brand of bedside manner fails to deter the daily hoard of unnecessary visitors to sickbay. Leaving him with no choice but to take more drastic measures such as actively avoiding sickbay and his quarters after the end of his shifts.
They catch on to his hideouts surprisingly quickly; mostly due to all the extra help Jim keeps giving them. The females on the ship in particular make it their prerogative to find him once the Captain promises to provide the victor with a 'special' reward. The "game" as everyone begins to call it gets so bad that at one point McCoy finds himself sleeping in the same emergency service corridor as Scotty's illegal and totally nonexistent Still.
It is only due to the intervention of a certain science officer that McCoy is finally able to get a goodnights sleep. Albeit one found in quarters other than his own.
