If this word-cluster is an example of WhoCares? DigMe! revelations, let's call it something like Senior Strap-On instead. Here's the latest - - - the robust 'roid has morphed from Ster-then Hemo-then Is-That-Blood? into Synth and the trans-galactical, spot-on insightful solution is in place and working as we write.

What's different about now is confidence in the direction instead of just the erection that takes objection to any reinjection. Can't help it. Year of the Zephyr just doesn't flush so still looking for twilight. That's not anxiety at work but just a little contention over reportage vs. did-you-cum2? Boo-hoo !!! I go there habitually to coast, definitely N O T to offend - - - - Wait, this is all good,
1) you're taking the right med and
2) will you be able to accept the improvement?

Here's what to look at when the new normal is place:
good appetite
no itchy
no retro
nice singing voice
but most of all - - - no more dropping to the floor like birdshit from the sky. See?? This is where the confident, knowledgeable hung happy humans go when they've figured out life. OK - - be skeptical but when you're this certain, watch out - - - the return of the mawnbacked man is happening.