Sedated, violated, and worries abated
August is my time of year for catching up on any outstanding medical issues. Luckily I don't have many, but there was one thing that has been niggling at me for a while, so I bit the bullet last week, let them drug me up, turned on my side in a vague daze, and let them violate me. Those of you with sensitive stomachs should perhaps not read on. Or then again, maybe you should, because, in a way, this is all about sensitive stomachs.