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June 21, 2007
I need propecia like I need a hole in the head
So I finally went back to my old doctor. Because of insurance changes, I couldnt go back until now and was forced to have Kaiser (some will fight saying its not so bad but its like saying a small bruise isnt as bad as a big bruise). Still I forgot how much I appreciated going to a doctor who is gay and understands the leather scene.
I forgot what I said to get on this roll of talk with my doctor but he was ready to cut into my head (yes with a scalpel and no anesthetic HOT!), and he mentioned that he knew a gay couple who got into cutting each other. I admitted that when it comes to those things I can take a little pain but when it gets to be too much, Im under the table like a puppy. This turned into a talk about puppy play and how someone he knows is only referred to as puppy (I think we may know the same person or people). Either way, I missed that kind of relationship with my doctor.
The reason I went in was because I wanted him to check my cyst again. Recently its gotten bigger and my hair has receded enough to where it is somewhat visible. I expected him to refer me to a dermatologist like he did last time since doctors dont like to remove cysts above the neck, but he immediately told me to turn around so my head and feet were reversed on the bed. Without much conversation about it (ok, no conversation at all), he had the scalpel in his hand and was slicing through my head. Is it so wrong to find that hot? I felt the incision and took it like a man (or boy whichever mood Im in today but unsure lol).
After it was over and he was writing the prescription for the antibiotics (because apparently this is a dirty dirty procedure), he also wrote me a prescription to help quit smoking (Ace, it will still be a few months but Walgreens is holding the prescription). He also gave me a starter pack for propecia which I actually wanted to talk to him about.
As for the physical I wanted done, it didnt happen. When I asked him about it, his response was "youre 5'9, 162lbs, your blood pressure is good, your pulse is good, what else is there?". So needless to say, nothing routine about this office visit.
So here I am looking like a accident victim with bandages on my head and ordered not to shower for 24 hours (hot again I know-the people at work are going to love me tomorrow).
I need a cocktail! :)
Oh yeah, some guy was a prick from the first "hello" when I answered a call at work today. He sucks but I swallow. :)
Posted by Des at June 21, 2007 05:52 PM