distracted

Right now, I should be worrying about January's scan. Okay, the day I made the booking I was hit by a quick worry, which quickly passed.

Yet I don't have time to worry about brain scans. I am distracted by another issue. Nothing serious... I hope. Just... distracting.

A few weeks back I go to the GP. Doc, I say, I have a red spot on the end of my penis. After staring and swabbing, she prescribes antibiotic capsules and anti-inflammatory cream.

What's the worst it could be? I ask. Cancer, she replies. I have a quick visual flash of a large chopper slicing towards my penis...

For two weeks I break capsules to swallow the horrible-tasting antibiotics. Back to my usual, can't swallow a pill status. I also rub cream on the end of my penis. Since it could be friction / chafing, I wear more supportive underpants under my running shorts.

The spot disappears but the area is still unnaturally red.

Unnaturally red? Well, I guess so. I don't often examine the end of my penis. A dark red spot was obvious, the rest is... well, to me it could be anything. But doctors worry so I am sent to a urology specialist.

On the referral I read the results of the swab. Nothing found. And worth a specific mention, no evidence of gonorrhea. That's a relief, I don't want to spell that too often.

The specialist looks. No idea, she says, Yes it could be cancer, that would be nasty. Or infection. It could also be friction due to rubbing against running shorts. I don't like the red velvety surface, says the specialist. I should take a biopsy, she says. No thanks, I say. Give me a few weeks and see what happens.

I go home... think about waiting... waiting... for a sharp knife to the end of my penis. I contact the specialist. Do it before Christmas, I say.

 So I am booked in for a day in hospital just before Christmas. The urology specialist will cut out a small piece of my penis. What it shows, I probably won't know till a week or so later.

Results are unimportant, it is either cancer (in my mind, unlikely), infection (my bet) or a strange alien invasion. A minor worry.

But someone cutting into my penis? Youch! No way I can relax with that in my future. I accept that it is necessary. I will be glad when it has been done.

MRI scan? No time to worry about that... I have bigger (just bragging) things to worry about.

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Note to long-term readers: Turns out it is a lot easier to write about life-saving surgery and dodgy bowel movements, than about my penis. Now maybe I can stop worrying about it :-)

Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper

...        Agamedes Consulting / Problems ? Solved

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