junk.
Woke up yesterday to what might as well have been a kick to the junk. My cramped stomach stole immediate attention from a swollen left nut and epididymis as large as said nut had once been. After spending a lifetime - or more accurately ten minutes - in fetal position, I half-crawled my way to the motorcycle outside. Luckily, the vibrations and pressure of the ride went unnoticed, as the pain was already maxed out. The specialist called from the closest clinic was not shy to bypass other patients for the sake of my testical's life, and the transfer to the hospital and surgery room took no time at all. In the end: I only have two nuts left, and the next little couch-riding while will be filled with joy and hardcore painkillers.