Day 1 down which consisted of me travelling to Vancouver for several medical appointments. I had 4 men peering into various orifices of my body today, carefully explaining to the medical student at each appointment, what they were looking at.
Apparently even throughout the trauma my body has received these 4 years, I still have 20/20 vision. In the next appointment with my legs pried apart and a microscope up my wahoo the doctor told his student to take a good look. He used words like stricture, constricted and atrophy and then explained in detail to the eager looking young man, that that often happens with chemotherapy, radiation, menopause or stem cell transplants. He also commented on the scarring I have inside my vagina, finished up and left the room.
Personally I think it's only fair that I get to show my friend this doctors penis while his feet are in the stirrups, and to tell her to look carefully for the constricted blood vessels, stricturing and utter ATROPHY of his old penis.
His bedside manner could improve a little I'd say. Call a young woman's vagina old and atrophied like she wasn't in the room with her legs splayed apart and you will likely have her yearning take you out, balls first.
It's only fair.
But at least I have 20/20 vision. Could come in handy if I ever made a career change to a sniper.