At my recent lady parts check up, the doctor inserted the instrument resembling a duck-billed platypus in the... South Pole and started pushing down on my abdomen.
"This may be a little cold."
[Oh. The. Joys.]
Every time the Doctor pushed on my right side I yelled,
[Because there was a sharp pain.]
Just like that, I was scheduled for an ultra-sound.
[Not the friendly, top-of-the-belly kind either.]
I'm all for following up, and making sure, however...
Anyone who knows me could tell you that what MOST LIKELY caused the pain in my abdomen was my plentiful, yet hidden, cache of pure horsepower -- more abundant than the resources that lie beneath The Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
My very own stash of subterranean... uh... energy reserves.
One really shouldn't push down on it, you know?
I think I am about to be diagnosed with a whopping case of eating far too many raw carrots.