Pink Trash Travels 2: The Doctor

Turning 40 hasn't hit me hard. But today, when updating my patient information at the doctor, for some reason writing "40" wasn't easy to do. Perhaps it's because I was having a physical - addressing my mortality. That, and riding up in an elevator with an old man didn't help (as it made me think one day I'll be that old with nobody giving me a second look).

Not only that, for the first time, the doctor checked my prostate. So in addition to coughing, I was asked to bend over. Let's just say I didn't jump for joy.