Don't know what to tell you guys. I dealt with prostate cancer a few years ago. You get reamed, poked, prodded, jammed, stuck, plucked and *ucked so much while that is going on you really lose any sense of inhibition that might go along with discussing one's bum. That does not mean, however, that you still don't take offense at the occasional less then compassionate intrusion in to one's day. This particular doc had been (and no doubt continues to be) an ass (pun intended). Total jerk who would not answer a question if his fee depended on it. My well known patience being what it is in such circumstances, and he and I have just finished having ill words once again, it just seemed like the perfect time to insult the guy.
Just for the record. I was wrong

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