Wondering about my Wanderings

Magical fingers

I will let my fingers do the talking. It was an okay day. I went to check out issues with waking up all night going to the bathroom. I was in need of sleep and told the doctor's office to get me anyone to check me over so that I could get my life back. Of course that meant that I was getting checked out by the nurse, who happened to be a woman and I had no question I had Prostitis. I thought back on other adventures of male doctors letting me know I had a problem. I took my wife with me. I figured she would put in a good word for me.

As I waited (which seemed like an eternity in blue shorts), I recalled the many times my former wife went to a male doctor to get checked out. I guess it is only fair. The nurse got there and then after a short time to think about it decided that since I had an infection where she knew it was, there was no point making me hurt more. She was thinking more along the lines of a physical. Maybe by that time I will be ready. Until then the magic fingers will just have to wait.