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I have an appointment with my urologist this Friday. I expect it to go as it always goes - pee in the cup, bend over and offer yourself to a most humiliating violation of your person, come back next year.
I admit, my new urologist is cute, but even a cute girl looks sketchy when she comes at you while snapping on the rubber gloves (not judging you guys who are into rubber gloves).
I’m thinking of passing on this one. I’m almost 76, my prostate gland has been probed, MRI’d, and sampled many times. If it goes haywire at this point in my life, do I need to know about it? Something is going to get me, and relatively soon. Dylan Thomas wasn’t old.