It was an intimate moment. I was bent over a table, pantsless, and I heard the snap of the rubber gloves, the squelchy sound of the lubricant, and then the sudden penetration and pressure — “Wow,” she said, “that’s huge“. And now I can scratch “impress a woman with my prostate” from my bucket list.
I have an old man’s disease, an inflamed prostate, which is why I’ve been feeling so crappy lately. They almost kept me in the hospital overnight to get IV antibiotics, but decided it’s just low enough that I get to go home and take antibiotic horse pills twice a day for six weeks, with prospects of rapid alleviation of my symptoms. Not rapid enough, though. I’m still dragging, and what I didn’t mention before was the bloody painful urination.
TMI? Tough. I expect the blog to get increasingly grisly as I get even older.