The Rome trips done, so it's back to the normal mind less shit...
When you turn 40 your supposed to go and get a full blown physical to check your half dead body out so they can tell you what’s gonna be wrong in the coming years. I said fuck it, what ever happens, let it happen. Till my Pops got diagnosed with something and said to get my ass in there and get checked. Which I did today. There’s a reason I put this off for a couple years, it’s the old fear of the finger in the ass. But I’ve heard it from a few people that they don’t need to do that anymore and can tell from blood work. So off I went at 9AM. Got weighed, pulled blood, talked family history and all. And just as we were wrapping things up and I was reaching for my coat, “uhh one more thing John. I need to check the front and back of you. Drop your pants.” I started laughing and go “man I can’t imagine you come to work looking forward to doing this!” “Nope, I don’t. And you know what? Even the gay guys don’t like it.” I was laughing so hard that I barely felt his arm go up me as I was facing the wall. I just wish he didn’t throw that Kleenex at me and say “here, clean yourself up” afterwords. I could of used a little sensitivity for Christs sake. Like a hug or something.
"yo doc, you using the whole fist?"
ReplyDeleteSensitivity? Hug? How bout you just talk dirty to me or some shit.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you waited so long. I took my first go at when I was 20. I was in college, it was experimental!
ReplyDeleteI feel way worse for that poor doc who jammed his finger up there. Poor bastard regrets years of medical school now. I'll bet he went home and hugged his wife a little longer that night.
ReplyDeletesounds like sombody's fantasy to me... sure you weren't just dreaming?
ReplyDelete"too much cabbage"
ReplyDeleteI heard that those don't even have a medical purpose. Just a power moves like to take with their patients.
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