of doctors, dangling bits and humiliation

Today is a day I've been dreading for the past two weeks. In about one hour I'll go in for another in a series of recent doctor appointments where, for the first time ever, I'll be forced to endure a rather humiliating diagnostic examination. And, no, it's not a prostate exam, if that's what you're thinking. Besides, I'm not that old yet. Instead, this examination will involve a tool usually used to view a baby in its mother's womb and my dangling bits. As if the doctor's recent hand job hand examination wasn't already humiliating enough. Just my luck the person conducting the examination will be a woman...err...or a man. Holy crap, neither would be ideal!

I think the anxiety has to do with the fact that I don't know what to expect. Will I have to get completely naked? Will I lay down on a table or will I be standing? What if it hurts? What if it feels good!?!

I don't know why I'm so freaked out about this. If you think about it, the ladies have to go through yearly examinations that would be considered much more invasive. I'd hate to be violated in such a way every single year. I was happy with my once-in-a-few-years visits to the doctor. I guess this is part of "growing up."

Anyways, who knows what this examination will find and ultimately diagnose. I will tell you that I wouldn't be putting myself through this torture if there wasn't concern.

On a lighter note, Z-Dub is feeling much better. Now that he can eat, he's doing so like a pig. I'm sure he'll regain his lost weight in no time. Thanks to everyone for your continued well wishes. He, and we, appreciate it.

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