The doctor did her level best, poking around like crazy, but couldn’t hit the mark.

She had a needle about four inches long, so I wasn’t going to ask her if she needed some hair.

The radiologist apparently wasn’t the one she liked, and he couldn’t give her a good angle, so I have to go back on 9/11.

On the other hand, a cute Indian doctor rubbed my stomach for about a half hour, so it wasn’t a completely wasted day. Plus she’s hobbit sized, which is more than enough to get me going. Pity I can’t get a urologist with such nice, small, warm hands.