And that's when my cell phone rang.
That made me blush, try as I did to ignore the ringing, and I silently thanked who or whatever that I didn't get that Family Guy ringtone of Quagmire's catchphrase. I wondered if I should answer, asking the doctor if he could hold the probe for a moment while I took the call. (No, I didn't, really. That's just tacky, though I hear guys answering their phones all the time, talking loudly as they sit on the toilet doing their business. I let the call go to voicemail.)
And my prostate was fine by the way, but I'm scheduled for a CT scan on Tuesday.