Jul 13, 2018 So there's a line in an old song, "If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all," and I am reminded of this constantly in my life. Not this time . . . my PCP referred me to a Urologist a few days ago, got the call back to assign a specific doctor and an appt, my wife took the msg. It's a woman! Instantly I'm thinking there's some potential sexual gratification to be had here, even if it's only in my mind. Strong chance her hands are small for that DRE I know any Uro will recommend/require, and, name looks Oriental, so hands might be really small, what luck. It's only later I start wondering if Dr xxxxx is Oriental, or if that's her married name and she is a former WNBA player, African-American, and was bigger than the other players. Start thinking she might be Oriental and small-boned, but weighs 300lbs, eats a lot of garlic, and has a beard. My wife, who can be a bitch, adds Dr xxxxx might indeed be an attractive woman, but only since the recent gender realignment surgery that (she) is already regretting and having trouble dealing with anger issues, fits of rage, and sudden violent outbursts. I won't know more till the appointment I guess . . .