I feel so tawdry.
But he did have dreamy eyes.
In all fairness he did say that this wasn’t his favorite part of the day either.
Why do they make you sit for twenty minutes on a cold slab in that assless-chap gown staring at a counter with nothing on it but a tube of Fist-Eze lubricant? Couldn’t they store that stuff in a drawer somewhere?
On the bright side, the doc told me I seemed pretty healthy and didn’t even mention that I could stand to lose a few pounds. He did say it wouldn’t hurt if I grew a couple of inches taller, though.
p.s. Lynnster sent me the following email of encouragement, and I quote:
“Fingers crossed that you get a thumbs up from doc today!”