I hurt my rude bitsSpent all day with a sore bum, went to the loo to check it out and found blood in my pants. Not good. Piles? Checked in the shower and pulled a staple from my arse. Serves me right for leaving an old pencil case in my underwear drawer. BTW: On relating this story to a friend they said, "some people will do anything for a prick up their bottom."
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rob, Thu 13 Jul 2006, 22:00)
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A tale of one veg...Back when I was a wee nipper (1998, I think!) I had the rather embarrassing problem that 'lefty' had outgrown 'righty' by a ratio of approximately 2:1. The classic cough test reveals a hernia, which suprised me cos it didn't hurt at all. But the concept of my intestine inhabiting my scrote struck me as disturbing - what was it trying?
Anyhoo, the day of the op rolls around and the first scary thing is the size of the syringe full of knock out juice. It's frikkin huge! They haven't even pumped half of it into my tiny 12 year old arm before I'm out. I wake up feeling pretty good, which of course I know was the top class drugs in my bloodstream. Discharged later that day, I just feel a bit stiff and numb down there as I daydream my way to the car, admiring how soft and fluffy the world has become, which hardly prepared me for the AGONY of the next few days. Every slight movement caused spears of pain in the most sensitive of areas! And I couldn't debate maths for a good week. No wait, it was a crap week.
No apologies for ridiculously lopsided scrote or attachments.
(, Mon 17 Jul 2006, 23:59, Reply)
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