Well I bit the bullet this afternoon and went to see about my left 'un. If your coming to this part cold, when I hit the FFP Goat I reckon I might have done some damage to it along with other bits and pieces.
One of the lads mentioned torsion. First of all, never look up ball bag issues on the web, you'll be scared to within an inch of your life.
Anyway the pain while not getting worse wasn't getting better and I was worried I'd a twist (which is what Torsion is)...so I found out where the Doc's was, had a shower and put on a fresh set of cacks and headed off just before dinner time.
Think about it for a second... you've pigeon spanish, and an issue down town with a delicate area... and you've got to try and explain it.....
Anyway I walked in the door of the surgery and they had a nurse standing there at a desk who was taking details after which you went to see the doctor. She gave me a form to fill in with all your personal details...and asked what's wrong... I pointed down town and inhaled sharply through my teeth while frowning... she blushed..and told me to take a seat......
In these situations I always ask myself...do you want a dude doctor...or a dudette doctor?
Like most guys the mere thought of a guy touching the crown jewels is enough to ruin my next 5000 hard on's so on one hand was hoping it would be a woman.....and that's who it turned out to be....a woman... with a real right hander of a backside.
Her name was sabrina sorhobigarat ..... this girl my guess is desperate to get married to lose that second name...jeez what a moniker
back to the tale...whats a right hander of a backside?.... a right hander backside is a womans arse where as soon as you see it all you want to do is smack it hard with an open right hand....followed by the words "Get up the yard outta that!"
I managed to restrain myself...and thankfully she spoke ok english so I explained to her what happened..... Our first awkward moment was when she said your left or my left?.... I roared laughing and couldn't stop for about ten minutes...which ruined any chance of the whole thing passing off in a professional manner....
Its my left one...on my left...your right I explained.....
She told me to hold the big fella out of the way while she did a quick exam.... of course shes a doctor and knows what shes doing but holy fuck you'd think they were conkers I had and not precision instruments. She checked the good un first.....and then gingerly checked the bad un..... at which point she said If i'd torsion she thought I'd be a lot sorer.....
i explained that i was very tough....and "ard"...and a normal mortal would be writhing in pain on the ground to which she started a restrained laugh.... in the end she gave me ibuprofen for the swelling (on the nut) and told me to wear supportive underwear, and to avoid any sexual activity ..... no fucking problem there darling I said to myself.
Anyway...its alive and well....
Over and out
The big fella