Today, on Friday the Thirteenth, I found myself identifying with the fairer gender as I lay in a hospital bed in a most undignified manner: my feet in stirrups and my most private parts on grand display. Like ye of the more beauteous countenance and shapelier construction, I was prodded and invaded mercilessly. Without getting too very graphic, let me say that the session ended with this wretched male having unpleasantly wet legs.
But, despite the day and it's number, I'm lucky really — no really! Problems were identified, medications were alterred, and surgery was avoided — for now at least. As luck would have it.