Well...you'll be sorry you asked. Basically, it involves going into a little room, and being told by a 40-year old male attendant in an american flag tie to take off your pants and lie down on a table. Then you lay there with your lower half flapping in the breeze while the attendant goes to fetch the urologist.

As you lay there in silence, you look to your side and notice that there is a large, popsicle shaped wand attached to the ultrasound machine, and it has a condom on it. Yep, that's right boy...you are about to become a woman (well, a certain kind of woman, anyway).

The doc comes in with the attendant and tells you to lay on your side and back your ass up to the edge of the table. Then, he squirts some lube on your crack and proceeds to go to town with the wand, at a higher rate of speed than you probably would like.

At some point during the procedure, he'll say something like, "I know you don't want to hear this, but I need to go in a little further."

When all is finally done, he'll unceremoniously remove the probe, take the ultrasound film, and walk out of the room, leaving you to wipe a bunch of goo out of your ass while the attendant hangs around to watch.

When I finally got myself dressed, the urologist showed me the film. Depicted, according to him (to me, it looked like smudges), was my prostate with an ejaculatory duct on each side. One was significantly larger than the other. He said it was obstructed, although on the chart he wrote "chronic prostatitis". The prescribed treatment is 30 days of ofloxacin (Floxin) at 300mg twice per day (he originally prescribed Cipro at 500mg twice per day, but I didn't feel comfortable with it). I need to go back in 30 days for a follow up ultrasound.

So, on the whole, it wasn't as bad as losing one's job or breaking a bone, but any day you get probed up the ass by two strange men isn't a good day, in my book.