Disclaimer: I’ll keep this post as non-graphic as possible.
Today I had a consultation for an upcoming minor surgical procedure. Let’s just say that it involves more than a little embarrassment for me, but the result is that Nicki and I won’t be having any more kids. Get the picture?
Anyway, about the consultation today…the title of this post says it all. It was weird.
It started in the waiting room. I had to be the youngest person in there by at least 30 years! It was old men, old women, and me. I actually stopped to read the name on the office door again to be sure I was in the right place. My wife was very comforting when I told her that I was easily the youngest person there. Her response was, “That probably means that every person in that room knew why you were there.” Nice.
Once I was finally called back to the office, I had to watch a video that was definitely weird. The first image I saw on the video was a man wearing tight bicycle shorts from the early ’80s. And that was just the beginning. It got better. (Insert sarcasm here.)
After that came the actual consultation with the doctor. As I said, I’ll keep this non-graphic, so there’s not much more to be said here.
To sum up the experience, here’s something that you’ll never, ever hear. “I had a great time at the urologist’s office.”
Now it’s on to scheduling the actual procedure…if I don’t run away first.