I’m sure that I just stared at her blankly.
“How familiar are you with the male anatomy?” she asked me.
“Well… the outside parts, sure… But if I can’t see it, I’m not very familiar with it.” (Ignorance is bliss) Not only did I not know where it was, I didn’t even really know WHAT it was. Hell, I was calling it “prostrate”, which apparently is another word entirely!
Then my doctor went on to explain, in Human Anatomy for Dummies terms, how it all sort of linked up inside.
Fascinating. But wasn’t this a word that I heard associated with old men?
I’m getting old. Well, older.
So yes, now there’s yet another thing to add to my ever-growing grocery list of things “to be aware of”. Wonderful. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate to begin with. Oh, apparently I also have too much on my plate, but that was a completely different conversation.
Has anyone found a way to turn back the clock yet?