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…Hell is that? Oh, that’s what it is. It’s a lump. I’m having a wash, and I’ve found a lump. A lump. A lump, down there!
The first thing that went through my mind was that it can’t be attached. Perhaps it’s a freakishly large micro-bead from my body-wash? Maybe I just haven’t washed this area enough in the past and the dirt has grouped?
Ok, that’s a load of crap. What went through my mind was something along the lines of, “oh my God! Crap! I’m going to die!” and so on.
I went into work because a new guy has started and the boss needed me to train him up. Fat lot of good I was. I couldn’t concentrate in the slightest, not even on simple tasks. I lasted half a day before having a rather hard talk with my boss and being told to go home and go to the doctors because, “you’re no use to me like this”.
I made a last minute appointment, well, by this I was told to come just before close of surgery and wait to see the doctor.
I waited there for a good 45 minutes. Despite arriving before several other people I was the last to go into the office. Those 45 minutes were torture. Not only because of nerves, but also because of having to share the waiting room with this pikey couple who played with their phones the whole time. Nothing grates me as much as the “click-click-click” of mobile phone buttons.
Anyway, I went in and was examined. She then paused for what could have only been a few seconds before telling me her opinion. This however seemed like it was a much longer period of time.
Verdict – she thinks it’s an infection of some special named gland, but I’ve got to keep a really close eye on it.
So it turns out it usually is nothing, but it’s still definitely best to be safe. So lads, check yourself…like you need and excuse anyway, but if your wife/missus/mum asks what you’re doing, just say you’re performing a home medical or something.
Nerve-racking day.
The first thing that went through my mind was that it can’t be attached. Perhaps it’s a freakishly large micro-bead from my body-wash? Maybe I just haven’t washed this area enough in the past and the dirt has grouped?
Ok, that’s a load of crap. What went through my mind was something along the lines of, “oh my God! Crap! I’m going to die!” and so on.
I went into work because a new guy has started and the boss needed me to train him up. Fat lot of good I was. I couldn’t concentrate in the slightest, not even on simple tasks. I lasted half a day before having a rather hard talk with my boss and being told to go home and go to the doctors because, “you’re no use to me like this”.
I made a last minute appointment, well, by this I was told to come just before close of surgery and wait to see the doctor.
I waited there for a good 45 minutes. Despite arriving before several other people I was the last to go into the office. Those 45 minutes were torture. Not only because of nerves, but also because of having to share the waiting room with this pikey couple who played with their phones the whole time. Nothing grates me as much as the “click-click-click” of mobile phone buttons.
Anyway, I went in and was examined. She then paused for what could have only been a few seconds before telling me her opinion. This however seemed like it was a much longer period of time.
Verdict – she thinks it’s an infection of some special named gland, but I’ve got to keep a really close eye on it.
So it turns out it usually is nothing, but it’s still definitely best to be safe. So lads, check yourself…like you need and excuse anyway, but if your wife/missus/mum asks what you’re doing, just say you’re performing a home medical or something.
Nerve-racking day.
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*sulks out*
This is only because I have breasts.
This is only because I have breasts.
Oi, you, out!
* Points at door *
We dont take kindly to your "type" in this thread.
* Points at door *
We dont take kindly to your "type" in this thread.
It's alright for blokes, they can check themselves. Girls have to go to the doctor every once in a while and spread.
Temazepam
I'll have to find some next time someone needs a good kicking.
I'll have to find some next time someone needs a good kicking.
Torsion.
Jerzy Duck wrote:
> Flock wrote:
> Ah memories, the "gunk", cold, wet and sticky
>
> Heh, did you get the crap paper towels that were never going to clean
> it up too?
They were big and blue and you could never get rid of the slimy feeling.
> Flock wrote:
> Ah memories, the "gunk", cold, wet and sticky
>
> Heh, did you get the crap paper towels that were never going to clean
> it up too?
They were big and blue and you could never get rid of the slimy feeling.
Morphine was awesome :)
I had a reaction to this green stuff meant to sedate you before an op, turned me into a raging psychopath, no-one came near me for about 4 hours and i wasn't allowed it again which made the lumbar punctures a lot of fun.
I had a reaction to this green stuff meant to sedate you before an op, turned me into a raging psychopath, no-one came near me for about 4 hours and i wasn't allowed it again which made the lumbar punctures a lot of fun.
Flock wrote:
> Ah memories, the "gunk", cold, wet and sticky
Heh, did you get the crap paper towels that were never going to clean it up too?
> Ah memories, the "gunk", cold, wet and sticky
Heh, did you get the crap paper towels that were never going to clean it up too?
SHEEPY wrote:
> Don't be nice to him... he hasn't had to endure the cold gel stuff.
>
> I've said too much
Hold me, Sheepy, you know this pain.
And then I had to stand there, todger out, and wipe my hairy balls off in front of them both. Nobody wants to remember that.
> Don't be nice to him... he hasn't had to endure the cold gel stuff.
>
> I've said too much
Hold me, Sheepy, you know this pain.
And then I had to stand there, todger out, and wipe my hairy balls off in front of them both. Nobody wants to remember that.
Wow, we have a club?
They should give us our own forum.
Sorry you had to go through it dude. Glad you're okay though.
Mine turned out to be a false (benign) alarm too, but still required a couple of months for diagnosis, an operation (months later again) to remove the offender, and I missed my gap year in Canada. I had to cancel the flight less than a week before I'd have left :,^(
And it turned out I was alergic to morphine.
I think that'll make me alergic to heroine too, though I didn't like to ask :^)
They should give us our own forum.
Sorry you had to go through it dude. Glad you're okay though.
Mine turned out to be a false (benign) alarm too, but still required a couple of months for diagnosis, an operation (months later again) to remove the offender, and I missed my gap year in Canada. I had to cancel the flight less than a week before I'd have left :,^(
And it turned out I was alergic to morphine.
I think that'll make me alergic to heroine too, though I didn't like to ask :^)
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