Like many other people I simply do not enjoy going to the doctor. I basically won't even go unless I'm really sure there is something wrong with me that can't be corrected on its own. Plenty of water and a few good nights of sleep take care of most ailments, in my experience.

One morning I woke up with one of those things I knew I had to call about. There was a sharp, pulsating pain in my scrotum right above the testicles. I could barely walk around the apartment it was so bad. I had seen my Dr. Lou earlier in the year because of some painful hemorrhoids that wouldn't go away. And now maybe six weeks after I had him poking around in my butthole, I was going to have to ask him to handle my balls. Not exactly what I want to put another man through, but sometimes these things are necessary. I entered the number on my phone.