The wait,
the weight
You find
yourself waiting for something, the bits taken out and being processed in
histology to determine if there is a case for pathology.
Meanwhile,
the men’s things are healing even as you peek at the effluent now and then to
note if the colouration is gone or if there are whirls of foreignness visited
on the nectar that I sure do not want to explain to anyone.
Issues like
this can weigh on the mind but giving it space can distract you from living and
the vicissitudes of life. There are things to get along with, and those are
better concentrated on.
The pinch
of a prick
Even though
you do not know what to expect, it has been over a fortnight, and you are
hoping for the best. The longer things are you begin to think they cannot agree
there is much to be concerned about though I cannot say I will be amenable to
another biopsy.
This is one
thing you only want to happen once and never again. As I describe the
experience as mellifluously, I doubt I am proselytising the necessity to have
these things checked. It is just unpleasant, not an unbearably painful and
intolerable thing.
Apart from
the occasional urethral irritation, there is not much else to report. Until I
am invited for a further conversation, I will not be bothered about it. It
would appear there is no urgency and so on my part, there is no need for any
anxiety.
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