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You Can't Escape The Truth,
You Can Only Make It To The End And Die Before It Comes Back To Get You. However, That Is When It Will Still Come Back And Get You.
(Please note; I was on my guard the whole time since the first visit, but I didn't let
them know that, although they should have, and now I am really watching everything
they do.)
I go to the clinic, I walk-in, and then I go up to the window to sign in. I don't have
any problems this time. I tell the same guy that I was here twice last week and I still have
the same symptoms. He gives me a number and puts my case number on a form, and then
I go sit in the waiting room for my number to be called.
While sitting in the waiting room, I would look over at the doctors calling out the
numbers for the other patients and I notice that all of the doctors wear their name cards
on kind of a neck band thing, like a necklace, and that their name cards are all hanging
down to at least their belly button or lower. Huummm. I actually noticed this before, I
just didn't think of it like that before. Actually, on the first two visits I never really did get
the names of the doctors, but you know how they get "the family way" when you try to
get their names, sometimes.
I only waited in the waiting room about 15 minutes this time again, not bad, and
then my number is called. This time I get a different female doctor. We walked back to
the exam room. On the way back to the exam room, she introduced herself as Sally.
Obviously they notice me looking at their name tags. She is also the one who told me that
the first doctor I saw on the first visit was named Mike.
We go into the exam room and right off the bat, she sits down, opens up my file
and says that I have already seen two other doctors and that they didn't find anything
wrong with me. Now, this is not true, the first doctor said that he didn't find anything on
the slide, but that there was some pus in my urine. But, anyway, this is her show. So I tell
her that I still have the same symptoms as I had when I first came here and that they have
gotten even worst. She says something like, well were just a small clinic and we only test
for certain things and that they don't know what it is.
!Then she goes straight for the prostate. I had always suspected that doctors
choose the prostate gland for surgery or removal because it is something that no regular
person would know about. It was also the first "suggestion" the second doctor went for
when I saw her on the Friday before. ? Guess what; I looked the prostate up on the
internet quite thoroughly and I found out that it is a male sex organ. Females do not have
a prostate. When I looked up female prostate, it came back as their G-spot. Hence, the
male prostate is similar in nature to the female's G-spot. It is situated at about, in the
middle of the lower male body, in-between where your penis attaches to your body and
your butt. It is about the size of a walnut and it can be felt with a finger up your anus. It is
connected to the end of your urethra/penus on the inside of your body, and it is necessary
for secreting 10 to 30 percent of your seminal fluid.
While thinking about the prostate, where it is located, and how it is similar to the
female G-spot, I figured nature put it there, so that when a man is having sex with a girl,
on the in-stroke he is squeezing it together and on the out-stroke he is releasing it, and so
on, thus massaging it during sex to heighten the experience. Okay, this may be too much
information; as a man, when I found this out just a few days ago, I was walking around a
little funny too. When you look it up on the internet, you will see what I mean.
Anyway, because the prostate is a male sex organ/gland ~ that would be another
reason why they would pick that to remove. It is only with SMARiTT that they have the
security and confidence to think they can do this kind of stuff and get away with it, and
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