Nooooooo

I did something over the weekend that I never, or at least rarely, do. I punted. I got halfway through a blog piece about prostate exams, a spike in my PSA and a possible need to visit a Urologist. If you can't make with the funny when writing about a Urologist, a man or woman who specializes in penii, then maybe writing should take a back seat to something more productive, like HVAC repair.

Wait, what?

That subject matter warranted the use of the photo above. But the discussion is not to be had. Mostly because  you don't need to know. Moreover, it's boring. It's like people who insist on telling you their airport nightmare stories. When and if I get to that, I certainly would appreciate someone getting on the blower (Thank you fellow altacaca, George Tannenbaum) and saying, "Time to put away the keyboard and sip on your pureed lasagna."

The other reason for delving no further -- pardon the imagery -- is because topics and conversation like these are all too frequent indications of age. And not in a good way.

Go to a dinner party attended by 60+ year olds and it will take roughly 35-37 minutes before the talk turns to:

"I can't sleep anymore."

"My toe, the second from the small end, is giving me problems."

"I had this awful constipation and then, I didn't. And still don't. Excuse me..."

It's a lot different than the conversations we all had in our 20's and 30's, which were more like...actually, I can't remember what those were like, but I know none of them included lines like, 

"I have a guy at Cedars Sinai, a great Proctologist, that you should call."

In the end -- again I apologize for the involuntary imagery and my 14 year old juvenile nature -- the last thing you needed from me on a Monday morning is a detailed description of my prostate gland and its behemoth proportions. So, you're welcome.

I didn't go there. And because of the positive results of my recent blood tests, I also don't have to go to the Urologist. Which is good news for me. And even better news for my 9 loyal readers. I haven't forgotten you T3.