I’m back.
I managed to contain any inappropriate excitement, and held in the giggling from all of your suggestions.
She made me strip off below the waist and lie down, but told me to leave my socks on. What is it with the NHS conspiring to see everyone in a shirt and socks?
she copped a good old feel, then made me stand up and she had another go.
The long and short of it (pun intended) is that she found something lumpy, so I’ve got to go for a session at the hospital with, undoubtably, a cast of 100 medical students lubing me up and ultrasounding Mr Right.
She reassured me that it shouldn’t be cancer, because that doesn’t hurt 😕
Also got some antibiotics, just for fun. 🙂
Dave