[Note: This story is a sequel to "Irregular Checkup". ] "How was your appointment?" I look at my wife uncomprehendingly. I'm still in a fog from the earlier visit that day. "Huh?" "Your visit. To the doctor. How was it?" Thankfully, she's leafing through a magazine and not really paying attention to my face. I'm sure it will somehow give me away, guilt written in bold font across my forehead. "Oh, that. Fine, fine." I put...