I went to see my doctor because I needed a refill on a couple of prescriptions. It's a game we play. He won't give me a refill unless I come in. It's his way of getting his hands on me.
"I should probably have a blood test," I said. "Oh, and can you give me that test they do for prostates?" As soon as I said this, my doctor's eyes lit up and out came the industrial strength glove. I should have kept my mouth shut. I won't describe this process, other than to say I regained a limberness I hadn't had since high school.