Paper and pencil not necessary. No Mazoots, this is what they call a ‘digital’ exam–and we’re not talking I-Pod stuff here.
Oh the horrors of getting old. I put off the physical partially because i knew this was coming. Almost escaped too, but with the holiday i figured what the hell. looks good so far, 102/72, need to lose about 5 pounds. Towards the end he’s looking at the chart and says “oh, you’re over 40 now right? We have to do a prostate exam.” His enthusiasm was not shared by me. The smile was out of place. He reaches for the rubber gloves.
“umm, yeah I guess so.” Rats!
So, got up, dropped them, bend over and…Point the toes in?? I didn’t ask. Just agree and hope it will be over with quickly!
[edited for the young, and partially because I’m doing my darndest to block it out of my mind]
Well, so far so…Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! :eek:
Farther and farther and farther…Hurry up in there! I’m now high enough up on my toes to qualify for your better ballet schools. What seems like 10 minutes later…
“OK, that’s it. Everything looks good.” Looks?? You were looking in there? How wide did you…I didn’t ask again.
He hands me the box of kleenex, “You might want to clean up down there.” Huh?? I thought I wiped pretty good that morning, evidently he didn’t agree with that. I attempt to pull the underpants up and he repeats the suggestion. So I reluctantly grab a peice and make a swoop or two. Oh my. He was right. It’s clear though. Where was that hiding? I guess he did get up there a bit. Now i know why doctors make so much money.
I get dressed, sit back down. I guess I ‘passed’. I feel like I’m going to vomit.
Some may use that orifice in both directions, and if they do, more power to them. Nope, not this guy. I think I’ll keep that a 1-way street-exit only, except for once every two years.
I’m not sure why i had to share this, but one of the words in this tile is ‘Stuff I must SHARE’… I know prostate cancer is a killer. But a different way of doing this wouldn’t be frowned upon by this writer…