It’s been three days, and I still can’t walk more than twenty or thirty feet without having to stop. I sit down and stand up like an old man, holding onto the arms of the chair with all my might… The left guy is fine, but the right one is still at least three times normal size (the damned thing looks like a plum). It aches when I’m still and hurts when I move. It hurts to sit straight; I can only sit for a few minutes at a time, then I gotta stand up or lie down.
This can’t be right.
I don’t know how I’m going to get to work today. I can’t imagine sitting for eight hours. I have a doctor’s appointment Tuesday… I hope they can tell me how long this is going to last.
Our insurance people promised they’d cover the cost of the procedure, minus the $250 deductible. I hope they keep their promise… I lost a day’s work last week, and it looks like I’ll lose more wages this week. That worries me.
On the upside, I’ve heard almost every testicle joke, pun, entendré, and obscure reference in the book. Some of them are pretty clever!