Ridin’ High on Testosterone
I’ve read that when you don’t know where to start writing, describe the smallest thing. In this case, that would be the tip of a needle. A needle attached to a vial filled with testosterone or as they say down on the ranch, “man juice.” Then, some lady called a “nurse” took said needle and rammed it into my backside. Why, you ask? Because, I apparently needed a boost of the stuff. That’s all I’m at liberty to say for now, but doctors tell me it could have a very positive effect on my life in the very near future. For now, I’d settle for some sleep but apparently, that’s not going to happen quite yet so I might as well ramble on a bit longer here.
At least, that was my plan about five minutes ago. Now, I think the effects of a pill I took to sleep are setting in. Yay.
I wonder why you are not at liberty to say anything more… did the docs put a gag order on you? Or is this part of the Brotherhood of the Traveling Hormones? I need to know!!!
kisses.