My Discovery

It was late May a normal work day but uncomfortably hot for that time of year in Syracuse. 3:30 AM dead as a ghost town eradicated by plague I was in the middle of inventory and organizing backroom supplies in the hope of replenishing our stock with an early morning order. Batteries, condoms, ED pills, lubricants, and sex toys on the mind I was startled by the loud chime of the front doorbell indicating someone had entered the store. In my rush to stack my last few items and attend to my insomniac customer I lost my footing atop of the bar stool I was using as my ladder. While my left foot held strong and didn't flinch my right foot betrayed me and slipped completely from the stool. With my left foot planted firm my right foot hit the ground with such force I twisted my ankle and slammed ass first atop the stool before I landed flat on my back and whacking my head on the floor. At that very second a huge throbbing was sent through my head and I lost all of the breath I possessed in my body. Just when I thought the pain had subsided I was hit with a wave of nausea and lightening pain and shock between my legs. My right testicle had tucked under my right buttocks and I came down with so much force I feared I had crushed it. Upon getting to my feet and frantically ripping my pants to my ankles my fears became panic when I examined my testicle and found it larger, misshaped, and with a kind of bulge leaking from its side like there was a tear in it and its insides where spewing out. At this point I had forgotten about the newly arrived customer and walked from the backroom with my pants still down and tears in my eyes, tears not only from the excruciating pain I had just endured but from the fear I had just smashed the "family jewels". As soon as I met eyes with the customer, still standing at the counter awaiting change to use the "jerk booths" in back, I yanked my pants to my waist and tried to hide my pain and discomfort with a nervous laugh. Fortunately for me the only thing on the customer's mind was relieving himself from his daily salt intake. I managed to make it through the next three hours of work without incident but not without the pain and the stomach ache that had followed my fall. The immense heat coming from between my legs and my stomach made me give in to my boss' request and I headed for urgent care upon his arrival. Anyone who's been to Urgent Care knows it's more like worst off comes first. With no visible injuries I guess I was moved to the bottom of the list, for I spent over two hours trying but failing to become comfortable, just to be seen. Next thing I was in a room with my pants down where two Middle Eastern doctors were fondling my balls like two teenage girls seeing their male counter parts for the first time. To my relief they came to the conclusion that I had suffered a hematoma and I'd likely start to heal within weeks and that I should check back in about four weeks. I wish I would've taken that advice, gone back when the pain didn't subside, but in truth I didn't and I had remodeling starting in June so I continued to work...... while my testicle continued to grow like a fetus in the womb......to be continued