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.
Hmmmm, I'm going take your cue and say- good!
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Welcome to our world. Now if you could only give birth, you'd REALLY know how we feel. :-)
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ReplyDeletegak!
Well, glad everything was OK. Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're happy with the results. Doesn't sound pleasant what you went through.
ReplyDeleteWith you the best.
Oh, lucky you.
ReplyDeleteI hate the dentist even more.
Hope all continues to be well with you.
Judy - www.judyh58.blogspot.com
Problems are usually better when identified, medications are better when properly altered and surgery is better when avoided. ec
ReplyDeleteHmmmm. I had a similar day. Must be something in the air - (more accuately - in this time of life) Be well :0)
ReplyDeleteIts good that you went! my husband won't go to the doctors unless he thinks hes dying on the spot! studies show that wifes help thier mates go to the doctors by making them go! but for me it doesn't seem to work! *sigh*
ReplyDeleteI am laughing my head off at the moment - such a visual! (I'm glad you achieved acceptable results.)
ReplyDeleteI am glad that was a good thing, it sounded like a bad thing, I remember the lack of dignity in "assuming the position" and must say you pulled it off like a champ!
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