In the true nature of randomness.
I had a minor surgical procedure performed about 10 years ago (give or take). It's what I lovingly call my vasectomy.
Since then, every few years I get some minor swelling and discomfort in my right jewel. It's always the right one. I guess that's better than it being the wrong one.
Last time, it got bad enough that I made an appointment with my urologist. By the time he was able to see me, the discomfort and swelling had subsided, but I went anyway. He got paid to fondle me and announce, "Everything seems okay." He went on to explain what it "might have been", but I was already pulling up my pants and looking for the nearest exit. I did mention to him that if he got tired of being a urologist he might be able to get on with the Department of Homeland Security at the local airport. He didn't think it was funny. Neither did I.
Anyway, it's back and I figured I should share. Don't worry, I won't post pictures. It doesn't hurt. It's just uncomfortable. It's uncomfortable to sit, stand, sleep, etc. My crank is starting to make me cranky. Thus, the sad excuse for my ongoing series of mean spirited posts. I'll blame it on duress caused by the obvious discomfort of my increasingly appropriately named "tenders".