RE: My Recent Testicular Woes
I’ve been back at work the past couple days, swollen, bruised bag and all. It’s going fairly well, except for getting in and out of the car, the stairs, and all that pesky moving around all the time. It would all be bearable, except…
There’s this midget that lives under my desk at work, you see. Every five or ten minutes or so he whacks my right man-berry with a ruler, then sits back and cackles in glee as I squirm in pain. Just about the time I forget he’s there and can concentrate on work again, “WHACK.”
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Yet another reason to hate midgets.
Dagmar counseled me to change the word “midget” to “troll” or “elf” or something fictional, so as not to upset anyone. Please, patient and gentle readers, be aware that I meant no slight to any section of the population at all — the entity that lives under my desk and whacks my junk is completely fictional. Except for the pain. That’s real.
That midget has a serious grudge!!!!:)
Any better yet?
Maybe you should get one of those donut things to sit on 🙁
Golly, it hurts worse today than it has the last few days… Hopefully that’s a sign of healing.
It’s gonna be a LONG day at work!
See, I didn’t have an IV or get knocked out or anything.
It was rather strange to have a conversation with the doctor and nurse while they were doing the procedure.
And it was painful for a couple of days. My biggest mistake was thinking I could take care of my baby while recovering. That didn’t go so well.
I hope things get better for you soon!