Ouch.

I went to my new doctor yesterday and really, really liked him so I'm happy that I think I've found a GP I can trust. And, happily, my blood pressure was decent and I've already got a few test results back and I'm pleased to report I'm still HiV negative. On the downside, my cholesterol wasn't very good which is troubling since my diet isn't that horrible so that basically means it's time to get off my fat ass and start exercising and losing some blubber. And I HATE exercising. Oh, and I got a long delayed tetanus shot and my arm still hurts like a motherfucker but at least I can rest assured that it's safe for me to play with rusty nails and jagged bits of old barbed wire.

Two things to note: My doctor is young and very cute which is a little disconcerting. Prostate exams are embarrassing and awful no matter what your sexual orientation is, (despite what gay porno films portray), but it seems less so if the doctor is older and/or not sexually attractive to you. When they're much younger than you are, and very attractive, it only makes you feel older and more unattractive. I almost wanted to apologize to him for subjecting him to my flabby rump. But then I remembered he's making huge amounts of money to look at people's asses all day, so I felt less sorry for him...plus, he gets to see quite a few cute asses as well, so it all balances out.

Also, he had a corner office/exam room on the 7th floor of a high rise building with huge windows and views of the city. He reassured me that the windows were mirror-tinted and that no one could see in, but I still felt better when he pulled the blinds. I'm not enough of an exhibitionist to truly enjoy exposing my bunghole to half of Seattle.

At least, not for free.