Schmuck.

Dumb schmuck to be exact.

I got a call from my doctor at the VA Hospital of Philadelphia after having blood drawn earlier in the day. He was concerned about an increase in some bad things involving my prostrate.

Whatever those things were, I knew they weren’t any good, and he advised me to have a test done to insure that I was not developing prostate cancer.

Turns out I had mistakenly stopped taking a certain medication for the enlarged prostate. The doctor had prescribed something called Finasteride after I had been taking Terazosin for nearly 10 years.

I stopped taking the old one not realizing the new one was an “addition” to the older one. It probably accounted for the worrisome blood work that was registered at the lab at the VA Hospital of Philadelphia earlier in the week.

I got scared when talking with the physician, Dr. Bradley Fetzer, MD. I had already beaten cancer some six or seven years years ago when I had an operation at the hospital to remove parts of my colon that developed a malignancy. Wanting to do something to help alleviate my problem, I ordered a years supply of a supplement called beta-sitosterol to help the prostate.

Believe it or not, I learned of the supplemental health pills after watching a re-run of the Kominsky Method staring an aging Michael Douglass. His character had ordered them for his problems in the television series and I figured it couldn’t hurt me.

After all, studies show that 50 percent of all men between the ages of 50 and 60 years old develop enlarged prostates. We’re doomed to getting out of bed as early as 3 or 4 every morning to relieve ourselves over and over and over again.

Dumb schmucks like me make it even worse by not following their doctor’s advice and create potential catastrophes without even thinking about it.

Wish me luck while I get back on the right pills!