Part 2 - On Your Mark!

If you haven't read the blog Planned Parenthood yet... you need to. It will set up this rant... um... story.

When we last left our hero, he needed to get his swimmers checked out. The first step in getting my potency test was to provide a sample to Christi's doctors lab - easy enough. Christi came home with a cup in a plastic bag and asked me to fill-er-up. No problem, Ive been practicing for this day since I was 13 years old and could get her a sample in 7.124 minutes.

The next morning, I confidently took the cup to the bathroom and started the process. Going well... going well... here we go... CRAP!... I missed. Well not all of it, just some. Oh well, that shouldn't be a problem. Well just drop the rest off at the lab and wait for the results.

That afternoon we got a call from the lab. The preliminary result said that things didn't look good and they asked if I had gotten everything in the cup. Come to find out (Sorry, still giggling after that one), sperm work much like runners in a race. All the fast guys get to move to the starting line and are the first off the blocks. This means I wasted a few million of my best guys. I will need to try again.

My aim was much better on the second try. I got it all and was eager to hear about my outstanding potency. I was almost expecting a nurse to call and say that they never got to complete the test because my guys ate through the cup and are running around the UT campus checking out the girls. No luck, things we bad. It appears as though "my team" was a little lazy. They weren't moving around a whole lot througout the day.

I am so mad at my mom for yelling about me being lazy throughout my lifetime. It's not my fault, it's genetic. The laziness runs right down to the core of my genes. I am owed an apology.

Regardless, we got to get this fixed and it was time to find a specialist. A urologist to be exact.

Keeping going.... It just got interesting: Re-Wired