‘It Doesn’t Get Much Better Than Zero’
Visited BorgHealth this afternoon for the periodic check on the nuclear power nodes. Gotta make certain the containment field keeping the mutating mutinous cells that tried to take over the world from their 70s-retro Headquarters in my prostate is still working. I was expecting the anti-drone, my really cool urologist, to break out the big probe. At least slap some lube and latex around and see what’s going on behind the radioactive seeds that keep humanity safe. Instead we talked about my bloodwork, talked about BorgHealth’s new computers, talked about holiday travel, talked about the choice back in 2003 of surgery versus radiation, talked about the impact of a dead prostate on my life, and called it a week. Labs in six months, lets chat next November. All because I passed a blood test I didn’t even study for.
I’ll never get over the sense of dread in anticipating these visits. No idea what the surviving cells within the radioactive containment might be mutating into. Someone will probably say gay transforming robots. In my nightmares I usually envision it as the thing battling the Atom in the opening pages of The Dark Knight Strikes Again. Regardless, what we can’t detect won’t kill me this year – here’s to four years of successful whatever it is that’s happening in there.