That's not how you TMI Frocto.
I am in so much pain. My right ball has been hurting for three days now. I went to the doctor yesterday after retrograde ejaculating twice in a row. I knew what it was from listening to Loveline every night, but I'd never experienced it. It's where you ejaculate into your bladder instead of out your urethra. It hurts a little but it's not too bad. Your pee turns cloudy afterwards.
While on the subject of my cloudy urine and retrograde ejaculation, the doctor told me I should pee after sex to avoid infections; he said he tells that to girls also.
so
Pubic service announcement: pee after sex. He also told me that as we men get older our ability to start and stop peeing diminishes. Interesting factiod.
Next came the ball examination.
First he asked me if his my-age female intern could watch the exam and i was like
.oO(no) "ok"
"Ok, drop your pants and underwear to the floor."
.oO(what) "ok"
I've never felt such horrible shame and embarrassment. My penis was shrunk like a hairy infant blind mole. I'm just glad i had clean underwear on.
At first i tried to just stare out the window and pretend i was somewhere fun, but then as he rolled my balls around with his gloves i started watching because it hurt and i wanted to kick him in the face.
But he had my balls in his hands so I very cleverly did not.
I just stared at him like a hyena watching lions eat, thinking 'you asshole, be careful; those are delicate right now.'
He told me my epididymus was backed up with bacteria. He prescribed a shot of penicillin mixed with painkiller into my buttcheek. I couldn't look the intern in the eyes. I felt like she was laughing behind her professional mask. All in my head of course (I hope) and furthermore completely unimportant in light of the joy I felt at not actually having ball cancer.
Now i'm mostly trying to sit comfortably, which seems impossible.