A sound inspection

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She who must be obeyed has becoming increasingly certain that her lady bits have a problem; so much of a problem that, after extensive research on the wide wide world of web, the ‘C’ word had been mentioned as a possibility.

This was of course bad news. One of the benefits of signing up for a young wife is that you can be pretty sure that you will be the first to pop your clogs; thus relieving yourself of the inconvenience of having to change your own adult diapers as your descend into drooling incontinence and madness. Plus, of course, I would miss her. However, she does have a reputation for worrying herself into symptoms which later transpire to be nothing; so I was banking on this to be another such event.

The best way of checking that there was not a problem was apparently to have an ultrasound from a highly recommended doctor who had successfully diagnosed cancer in a friend of ours. Too late to save him unfortunately, he had lost too much time being messed around and being given Paracetamol prescriptions by several expensive hospitals; but this was definitely the doctor to see.

The bad news was that said doctor has his clinic in Rayong; which meant we had to drive down there this morning. There are seven thousand, two hundred sets of traffic lights between Pattaya and Rayong, and the road is paved with idiots whose mental capabilities reduce still further once it starts raining. In summary, it was a shit drive. But the good news was that the doctor told my wife that she had beautiful insides, which I thought was a bit forward of him; but better than him saying anything else. He also told he that the various pains she has been experiencing could be relieved with a better posture and a dose of yoga. Like that’s going to happen.

In related news, she now thinks she has swollen glands in her neck; but after groping around with my head support she admitted mine must be similarly swollen; or maybe hers are not. As long as there isn’t an expert neck gland doctor in Rayong……

Comments 🔗

2015-06-18 | Don Parrot says

I really do love your style of writing, providing insight in your life - or the fiction you create. I’m following all your entries. Just wanted to say thank you for sharing your stuff with us.


2015-06-18 | Ray says

Good news there. Glad to hear all is well.


2015-06-18 | genuinej says

That might be risky, following all his entries.


2015-06-18 | Don Parrot says

I hadn’t the impression to date. And not the time to read the older stuff. Should I be afraid? ;-)


2015-06-18 | Don Parrot says

Or was this a play on words I missed being German?


2015-06-18 | Spike says

It’s a play on words, courtesy of genuinej’s filthy mind. I like your running dog photos (not a play on words).


2015-06-18 | Don Parrot says

lol I was afraid that he meant something like that. Thanks Spike. Nice to hear. By the way: if you still are shooting with te E-M1 i can only recommend to purchase the EE-1 Dot Sight. It’s so great for shooting action in bust mode H.


2015-06-18 | Don Parrot says

burst mode


2015-06-19 | Andrew says

one of the detriments of signing up for a young wife ( my experience parallels yours…) is the new found exposure to hypochondria whereby all pimples become malignant tumors and a meal of beans means stomach cancer…strangely it rarely flows the opposite way - when I complain of pains ( and I’m not much of a complainer for that stuff ) it’s written off as " oh you lifted something too heavy - find a better job…ie. don’t stop the money flow…as of late I have just taken to agreeing and asking about how she would like the assets of her estate disposed…which is usually followed the next day by " I feel much better now"…


2015-06-19 | Spike says

Ordered mine from B&H the day it was announced. Every month they have been sending me a “not yet in stock” email. Three days ago they sent me a mail saying it had been dispatched! Report to follow.