My wife has been going to a clinic in Vancouver that specializes in hormones. It is called the Westcoast Women’s Clinic. Turns out they also deal with men who aren’t smart enough to be put off by the name. Yes, she talked me into going there to discuss my middle aged hormone levels with the all-female staff. The first step, which happened a couple months ago, was I had to spend a 24-hour period peeing in a plastic bottle. Then I dashed off to UPS with my frothy little jug and mailed it to a lab in the states. Today’s trip to the clinic was to go over the analysis of it.
The staff probably looks forward to dealing with male patients as an opportunity to get even with us for all the sins of our gender. They looked pretty harmless with their free tea, their impeccably clean washroom and twinkly music, but there was a sinister undercurrent brewing.
My consultation was moving along in a cordial fashion as we discussed this and that hormone level, when suddenly my doctor dropped the bomb: “I’m going to have to give you a prostate test.” To which I explained that I already had a blood test that showed I was the owner of a happy, normal, non-troublemaking prostate. This didn’t satisfy the villainous she-devil. “Those tests aren’t that accurate and it was done several years ago,” she retorted, adding “I can’t prescribe anything without knowing if your prostate is healthy.” I tried bargaining, offering to sign – even write for her – a waiver that would not hold her responsible for anything that resulted in not screening my happy little prostate mechanically, but she said that was “bad medicine.”
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At this point, reader, I was viciously violated. Her finger was amazingly strong, pushing me to and fro on the bed as she probed about with a force and vigor such as one might use to operate a jack while changing a tire. I continued to try to strike a deal to no avail. Then she left, no doubt to celebrate her conquest with an office wide round of high fives or other secret sisterhood rituals, leaving me sore and bow-legged in a little puddle of lubricant. This was not my finest moment.
What do you know? After all that, it turns out my prostate is happy and healthy, not causing anybody any trouble, just like I told her.