Himself was feeling unwell with abdominal pains, which wasn't constipation or diarrhea, so went to the doctor. He came home with a possible prostrate infection, a prescription for antibiotics, an empty bottle to pee in (because he had emptied his bladder before he saw the doctor and had nothing left) and a tale of woe.
The poor thing had to climb up the table with his pants around his ankles which was akward. Why he didn't take his pants all the way off, I don't know. The doctor poked and prodded his front, found nothing of interest and then asked him to turn onto his side. He then inserted a lubricated finger up Himself's anal sphinxter and had a poke about up there. It was so uncomfortable and very invasive and now he had lube dripping out of his bum.
Oh, please. Cry me a river. That's nothing, really, compared to having your arse hanging off the edge of a table (scoot down a bit, dear) and a duck-billed instrument of torture stuck up inserted into your delicate lady bits (just relax, dear). Click, click (it is easier if you relax). Scrape, scrape (almost finished). Click, click (and relax). And the manual exam? That's a whole fist two fingers up inside the most private of parts for a good poke about first on this side, (any pain, dear?) then on the other (pain here?).
So, ya. Cry me a river.
Yep indeed. And then there is the wonder of childbirth. Don't know they're born do they?
ReplyDeleteI always say that NOTHING is ever going to trump chldbirth. NOTHING. Amen.
ReplyDeleteBilly Connolly does a very funny routine about this and he tells his wife he felt invaded, she throws back her head and laughs like a muskateer !!!!
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