I went in for friggin jock itch. So romantic, isn't it? My regular doctor got deported or something like that and I didn't feel like waiting for 2 weeks for a regular appointment. Of course, the doc I got just gave me some scrip for something I didn't really want, and told me what I was using before wasn't the right medicine (he was wrong of course, but I was tired of waiting and just wanted to get out of the room next to the prison guy).

I hate it when doctors try to be 'cool' or casual or nonchalant with you while they're touching your genitals; I know they're supposed to do it, and personally I'm not bothered, but it just punctuates the awkwardness when they try to talk current events or ask me about my family when he's got the family jewels right there.

Well it isn't really that bad (anymore, anyway) but I've had it since before Xmas and, I mean, goddamnit go away already.

Well at least it was a guy, I'd have been somewhat uncomfortable if it were a woman. I'm glad I'm not a girl, I don't think I would be too kosher with doing the crotch-plant every year in front of some mealy-mouthed gyno..

I haven't cashed that scrip yet but I'm not looking forward to the price..

I kept asking that homesless guy at triage what the more PC term was for that, but all he would tell me was how he was flying away in a UFO before Houston got nuked.