Today is the day of the long-awaited “nadscan”. Of course that means getting the old boy and his two siblings out for yet another stranger. I looked down, things were getting a bit out of control down there, a bit like a wild bramble bush but without random litter (or as was the case before the internet “random porn pages”) strewn in it.
And so it was, yesterday that I decided that I should have a bit of a tidy up “down there”. Out comes the shaver, time to do a buzz cut on the old fella. After a bit of buzzing around I was startled by the sheer amount of hair in the toilet. Bollocks (no pun intended), I’d inadvertently left it on a number 1 setting.
This is great! Just bloody typical. Now I look like I’ve “made an effort”. Or worse still, that I am trying to make it look bigger! I swear, sometimes I am my own worst enemy!
Whats worse, when the wife saw what I’d done, she just laughed. Uncontrollably. Wow, thanks. I’ve got to show this to a complete stranger tomorrow, you laugh. What will they think!?!
Anyway, cut to today (full of puns), the day is here. I actually started writing this early morning, its now late afternoon and I am finishing up, having thankfully got the all-clear.
An ultrasound on your balls is not the most dignified of procedures I can say that much, but there are bound to be much worse things. Catheter springs to mind.
When I was in the waiting room I was called along with another man, I looked at him suspiciously at first then said “I didn’t know they’d be calling us in together, nice to meet you!”, I think this made him feel uncomfortable, ah well.
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