I’ve been having a lot of GI trouble lately (not the military variety) which may either be a symptom of my age or the fact that I’ve not been able to throw our balky computer out the window for fear of injuring an innocent passer-by or animal.
Anyway, I paid a visit today to a really good doctor for an examination. If you are a guy, you know what is going to happen after the doc puts on ‘those’ gloves and mentions something about bending/turning over.
Let me give some advice to the brothers and sisters in the medical profession: It is not necessary to say, ‘You’re going to feel my finger’. Dude, I can feel your finger when it is two inches from my rear end!