21:10
Faizan
It all started in the shower.
I was doing what I do daily, while singing, "How Great Thou Art."
Isn't it amazing how beautiful our voices sound with the acoustics of a tile enclosure? If I were not electronically challenged, I think I would install a recording studio.
Anyway, I had reached the part about," Mighty Thunder" when I notice a suspicious lump in my groin. Since I have had the experience of two hernias before, I realized that this was an encore.
So, being a veteran and enjoying the privilege of medical care, I headed to the emergency room at the Stratton V.A. Hospital in Albany. I explained my symptoms to the admitting nurse and she took me into an examining room, told me remove all my clothes except my shorts and gave me a gown to put on. I am sure you are familiar with the hospital gowns that cover everything except your rear end. It never ceases to amaze me that we can put a man on the moon but not invent a better cover up. Is there anything more ludicrous than a grown person, male or female, trying to keep their dignity in one of those monstrosities? Anyway, I was instructed to lay down and cover myself with a sheet, And the wait for the doctor began. I could think of a thousand places I would rather be. Patience and prayers were the order of the day.
Finally, the curtain parted and in came the most beautiful woman I had seen in a long time. She looked like a young version of Sophia Loren. Could this angel be my doctor? I had never been examined in all my eighty eight years by a female physician. My face reddened and my heart beat faster. She introduced herself and must have realized how apprehensive I was because she engaged me in conversation. "Mondello", she said. "That's a resort town in Sicily. Have you ever been there?' I told her I had and she explained how she was from Greece and often went there as a child. So we made some small talk about Sicily and finally she said, "OK! Let's get down to business!. She yanked off the sheet and flippantly disposed of my shorts tossing them on a counter nearby.
And there I was.. my shrinking manhood exposed for all to see.
She then began the intimate examination involved in diagnosing a hernia.
Believe me, she was quite thorough.
When she finally finished, she said, "Now that wasn't so bad was it?
I blushingly replied, "No, but now you have to marry me."
She laughed and said, "Oh! That's right. You're Sicilian."
And so began my hernia adventure,
I was doing what I do daily, while singing, "How Great Thou Art."
Isn't it amazing how beautiful our voices sound with the acoustics of a tile enclosure? If I were not electronically challenged, I think I would install a recording studio.
Anyway, I had reached the part about," Mighty Thunder" when I notice a suspicious lump in my groin. Since I have had the experience of two hernias before, I realized that this was an encore.
So, being a veteran and enjoying the privilege of medical care, I headed to the emergency room at the Stratton V.A. Hospital in Albany. I explained my symptoms to the admitting nurse and she took me into an examining room, told me remove all my clothes except my shorts and gave me a gown to put on. I am sure you are familiar with the hospital gowns that cover everything except your rear end. It never ceases to amaze me that we can put a man on the moon but not invent a better cover up. Is there anything more ludicrous than a grown person, male or female, trying to keep their dignity in one of those monstrosities? Anyway, I was instructed to lay down and cover myself with a sheet, And the wait for the doctor began. I could think of a thousand places I would rather be. Patience and prayers were the order of the day.
Finally, the curtain parted and in came the most beautiful woman I had seen in a long time. She looked like a young version of Sophia Loren. Could this angel be my doctor? I had never been examined in all my eighty eight years by a female physician. My face reddened and my heart beat faster. She introduced herself and must have realized how apprehensive I was because she engaged me in conversation. "Mondello", she said. "That's a resort town in Sicily. Have you ever been there?' I told her I had and she explained how she was from Greece and often went there as a child. So we made some small talk about Sicily and finally she said, "OK! Let's get down to business!. She yanked off the sheet and flippantly disposed of my shorts tossing them on a counter nearby.
And there I was.. my shrinking manhood exposed for all to see.
She then began the intimate examination involved in diagnosing a hernia.
Believe me, she was quite thorough.
When she finally finished, she said, "Now that wasn't so bad was it?
I blushingly replied, "No, but now you have to marry me."
She laughed and said, "Oh! That's right. You're Sicilian."
And so began my hernia adventure,
