Are you there God, It's me Margaret..I mean Peter

Last week I had to go to the ER, it wasn't anything major, but I wanted to hold back about it until I had more information. That and it's gross and embarrassing. I will say right off the bat that I am okay so do not panic. Last Tuesday while taking a pee there was some blood, and my wam-a-doodle (sorry if I'm getting overly technical here) continued to leak blood after I was done peeing. Even though it was a small amount of blood I freaked out and called health link. They said I should go to the  emergency room to make sure it was not bladder/kidney related. After a few hours in the ER(again PLC does a great job with their ER) I was told that there was no evidence of infection from either my blood work or urine sample. The doctor there set me up with an appointment with an urologist for a week later. That was comforting in a way, at least that way I knew it wasn't anything life threatening.
The next morning I found some slight spotting in my underwear, and was over joyed that I had finally blossomed into womanhood. When it happened the next day and the day after that there was less joy and more spray and wash. So I got into the see the urologist today and they gave me a Cystoscopy. That means they put a spy cam up your pee hole. Now in case this isn't universally understood, any medical procedure ending in "oscopy' means you are going to get a camera shoved where the sun don't shine and it will be rather unpleasant. I was frozen for it, but to put in the freezing they inject this gel into the urethra. To top it all off they inject saline into your bladder. It was the damnest feeling in the world, like a reverse pee. The whole thing took about 10 minutes, and they found the issue. A small polyp that isn't going to be hard to remove. The doctor said he could have removed right there and then. However I was complaining like five year with a skinned knee by that point, so they are going to bring me back later so I can get some head candy while they do everything.
It all turned out to be nothing too horrible or menacing, and it shan't keep me from having the transplant, Just a minor scare for Halloween. Again my genitals prove to be an endless source of amusement. Any jokes regard "size", "kissing it better", and "that time of the month" have already been made, but feel free to give it a shot.