Ok, this part's gonna hurt

We have a policy here at I'm just sayin... that we will share everything with you (as long as we think it might make you laugh).  It is with this policy in mind that I have decided to tell you about what I went through late yesterday afternoon.  You see, I had an appointment yesterday at 4:30pm for a... "procedure" (that's what the dr.'s office called it when they called to confirm my appointment).  I like to call it my extreme guarantee that we won't have another baby at the "hospital" (their word, not mine) that I hate so much.  Anyway, The Wife wanted me to have this done because, it seems, taking a little pill everyday is just too much for me to ask of her.  Here's an idea for some drug company out there wanting to make a little $$$... come up with a pill for men to take and then give them the choice between that and this "procedure".  Profits will soar.  But I digress...

So The Wife and I got to the doctor's office at 4:00 so she could fill out all of the paperwork that they gave to me to fill out.  I was a little worried that we were going at the end of the day.  As Sonny said to me, "Just hope you don't get the LeBron of doctors!" (i.e., someone who chokes in the 4th quarter of the big game).  That Sonny... he sure knows how to make his little brother relax before something like this.  If I was worried about a 4:30 appointment, imagine how I felt when I wasn't called back until the clock hit 6:00.  The thing that put me at ease was when the doctor told me he has 3 kids (12 year old twins and a 10 year old)... I figured there was no way he would be in a rush to get home to that.  Anyway, we talked and he joked enough to put me at ease (but not so much that I thought I had some doctor trying out for Comedy Central). 

I won't give you a blow by blow account of what happened during the "procedure" (if you really want to know, you can ask me).  I'll just say that 3 things got me through it... thinking about not having to use that "hospital" again, thinking about what I was going to put on here and most importantly, thinking about what I was going to say when I called Sonny.  The call went something like this:

Ring, ring, ring...

Sonny (in a far too happy voice): "Hey! So how did it go!"

Me: "You sonofabitch!"

Sonny: (hard laughter... and far too much of it)

Me: "I knew I was in trouble when the doctor said, 'Ok, this part's gonna hurt'".

Sonny: (more hard laughter)

That Sonny... he sure knows how to make his little brother feel better after a "procedure" like this.

The Wife was kind enough to drive me home.  She was also mean enough to hit every pothole between the doctors office and our house.  Every.  Single. Pothole.  She claims she didn't mean to do it.  Her laughter after hitting each one leads me to believe that perhaps she really did mean to.

That's all for now.  We aren't going to have our regular Medal of Honor section today.  It will return after Father's Day.