Well, I really have no one to blame but myself. Three Wednesdays ago, I received a third “invite” to visit my urologist. At first, it was with the phone call. Then, a text message. Both of each, I ignored. Finally, through My Chart, the front desk requested an interview of some sort.
At last, I walk through the door of the doctor’s office and is handed a list of pages I am suppose to fill out.
“Ma’am, why do I need to fill these forms out?” You guys have been harassing me for over a month and therefore, I assume you have all the information you need on me!”
“I’m sorry,” is all she said.
“Yeh, me too!”
Signed, sealed and delivered, I was seated in one of the rooms after another inquisition and a good pee in a cup, I await the urologist, and peruse the many interesting models and all the wonderful things that could go wrong with one’s “pleasure machine!”
The urologist enters a few minutes later to tell me that my urine is fine and that all systems seem fine, but…
“Mister Bensen, I am curious as to why do you have two urologists?”
“I do?”
Laughing, I proceed to tell him the shortened version of my “Tales Of Testosterone” epic. I could tell from the look on his face he was only slightly amused.
“So, you are seeing this doctor and he is monitoring you levels every six months… Correct?”
“Yes, I guess so. It’s about time to see him soon,” I said, a bit apologetically. I thought that guy was you guys!”
“So you won’t be having a need for our services, I assume,” he said.
“I am told because of my age that I won’t be needing a PSA exam for another five years, so I guess not”…
“Not with you guys, at least!”
“Well, okay, but before I let you go, let’s make sure all is well and have another look anyway!”
I thought,”you mean for old time’s sake” but I didn’t say it.
As expected, I passed the test with a quick poke from the blue fickle finger of fate. Pulling my pants back up, I turned to the man, looked him straight in the eye, and as he ripped away his gloves asked him with a slight smirk on my face…
“Is this the end… Does this mean our relationship is over?” Will I ever see you again?
“No,” he said.
First loving Giddy Up cup!
Copyright 2024/Ben Bensen III
