I Hurt My Rude Bits, AgainMy commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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Before all this compensation culture kicked in...When I was in my 20s, I went to have a vasectomy. All went smoothly, I was wide awake, the doc even asked if I wanted to watch.
Then all of a sudden "Oops!"
"What do you mean oops?" I said.
"Oh it's OK, it's just the thread has snapped and your tube has slipped back inside your scrotum. I'll just have to go in and find it. You may feel some pressure but no pain."
He was right, no pain, but a curious sensation that an elephant had climbed into my ballsack and was tunneling its way to my arsehole.
All finished and everything was ok. Apart from the six months of pure agony due to recurring infections.
(, Fri 8 Mar 2013, 20:13, 1 reply)
Oops...is never a good word to hear from someone performing surgery
(, Sun 10 Mar 2013, 23:40, closed)
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