So I went to the doctor last week.
I was concerned about my alarming gain in weight.
Sh was also concerned, but to my mind not as concerned as she ought to be.
"We'll run a few tests and have an answer to your problem in no time" she said. "We'll take some blood but, in the mean time, you can give me a pee sample in this bottle. But take it mid-steam, ok?"
"But the nearest stream is miles away" I said. "And it's cold!"
She gave me a slap!
A week later she called me back for the test results.
"Not good news, I'm afraid" she said after I'd sat down.
My mind raced through a list of all the deadly conditions and ailments that could mean my end.
A solemn expression came over her face.
"I'm afraid you have an over active ..."
"... knife and fork!"
She muttered something about time wasting, handed me a diet sheet and sent me on my way!
She just doesn't understand 'man' troubles!
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