The doctor just called with the test results. It’s official. I can’t have any more kids. (See Snippit of Experience, below)
The lab told me I had to drop off my sample within 30 minutes of “producing it.” But they don’t provide special rooms. And when I got there at around noon, I turned my back to the reception desk to put my name on the clear sample bottle. The technician put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Look, don’t be so bashful, we’ve seen semen before.” Still, it felt strange.
I’m shooting blanks.