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I was sleeping quite soundly until a few moments ago. I can't say for sure why I woke up but I can tell you that it wasn't for a cool reason. No nightmare, earthquake, or White House takeover funded by the Swiss. Whatever the case, I'm up, and I ought to post.
The lump I found is very small. However, It is still very real and although this gets on the disgusting side, I'm a bit swollen in the area. So when I walk, I produce a constant "man being kicked in groin" feeling. Although terribly painful, I must admit that it is kinda funny. I am going to the doctor tomorrow morning to get it all checked out. For any other problem, I would probably just let it go - you know, "physician heal thyself" - but with a family history of cancer, the melanoma scare that I had last summer, and the fact that I smoked for a good 300 years, I'm not one to take any chances.
Am I scared? You bet your ass. But knowing me, I'm probably making a mountain out of a molehill as usual. My immune system is shit and it could just simply be an infection that made it's way down there. I'm told that it happens quite a bit in men but the doctor is probably the only person we don't want cradling our balls so we just kind of let it go. I'm not too fond of having my testicles rolled around by an old man either, but I don't take risks when the "C" word comes into play.
Hey, when this is all said and done, maybe it will help to point me in a direction as to what I want to do with my life. Of course, I have always wanted to be the real-life version of Dr. Carter - a young, strapping emergency room physcian who gets to bark out orders when one person codes after another. I must say, a job like that would certainly keep a doctor on his or her toes. However, unlike John Carter, when my parents die I will not be inheriting $175 million. Because of that, I really couldn't take a job at hospital like Cook County General - an inner city hospital where the physicians are over-worked and under-paid. I'd end up at a hospital like the one I work at now - HUMC - where the most exciting thing in the ER is a car crash or anaphylaxsis. No gangbangers, not too many psych patients, nothing to really keep me on my toes.
So what about oncology? People who really need my help. People who are truly suffering. People who are on constantly on morphine because they are so much pain at all times. Five year olds who are bald thanks to chemo. Maybe that is my calling. And hey, if I ever do get cancer, it would be a hell of lot easier to get the help I need. heh.
Maybe I'm just rambling. Maybe I'll win the lottery and then I can work at County General. Maybe I'll just shut up and try to get back to bed.
Whatever the case, wish me luck tomorrow.
The lump I found is very small. However, It is still very real and although this gets on the disgusting side, I'm a bit swollen in the area. So when I walk, I produce a constant "man being kicked in groin" feeling. Although terribly painful, I must admit that it is kinda funny. I am going to the doctor tomorrow morning to get it all checked out. For any other problem, I would probably just let it go - you know, "physician heal thyself" - but with a family history of cancer, the melanoma scare that I had last summer, and the fact that I smoked for a good 300 years, I'm not one to take any chances.
Am I scared? You bet your ass. But knowing me, I'm probably making a mountain out of a molehill as usual. My immune system is shit and it could just simply be an infection that made it's way down there. I'm told that it happens quite a bit in men but the doctor is probably the only person we don't want cradling our balls so we just kind of let it go. I'm not too fond of having my testicles rolled around by an old man either, but I don't take risks when the "C" word comes into play.
Hey, when this is all said and done, maybe it will help to point me in a direction as to what I want to do with my life. Of course, I have always wanted to be the real-life version of Dr. Carter - a young, strapping emergency room physcian who gets to bark out orders when one person codes after another. I must say, a job like that would certainly keep a doctor on his or her toes. However, unlike John Carter, when my parents die I will not be inheriting $175 million. Because of that, I really couldn't take a job at hospital like Cook County General - an inner city hospital where the physicians are over-worked and under-paid. I'd end up at a hospital like the one I work at now - HUMC - where the most exciting thing in the ER is a car crash or anaphylaxsis. No gangbangers, not too many psych patients, nothing to really keep me on my toes.
So what about oncology? People who really need my help. People who are truly suffering. People who are on constantly on morphine because they are so much pain at all times. Five year olds who are bald thanks to chemo. Maybe that is my calling. And hey, if I ever do get cancer, it would be a hell of lot easier to get the help I need. heh.
Maybe I'm just rambling. Maybe I'll win the lottery and then I can work at County General. Maybe I'll just shut up and try to get back to bed.
Whatever the case, wish me luck tomorrow.