Twig And Three Berries

I have had two surgeries in my life. Both surgeries were on my testicles, and both were for different problems. Go ahead and laugh, this is funny stuff.

The first problem was a growth on my right testicle. Fortunately this growth was not cancerous, but it was uncomfortable and gave the illusion that I had three testicles. My family had a ball when they found out. Oops.

The second problem was a small growth on the outside of my scrotum. This growth was bifurcated and gave the appearance of a tiny scrotum growing on the outside of my scrotum proper. After years of enduring jokes about my third testicle I had to inform my family I now had a tiny secondary scrotum. Good times.

Now it gets really fun. The first surgery I had done in a neighboring town. However, because of back problems that make travel difficult, I had the second surgery done at the hospital in town. The hospital my wife works at.

Here is the thing. Every person that is involved in your care in any way is supposed to introduce themselves to you. This meant I had to say hello to about ten different people, mostly females, that work with my wife. Females that would now see my ball sack and my tiny flaccid penis. I kept waiting for them to say they were recording it for teaching purposes. Did I mention some of these folks attend our church?

So in summary, I have had two surgeries in forty years of life. One to remove a third testicle and one to remove a secondary scrotum. The best part is that the first growth is returning and I will have at least one more surgery in my life...also on my sack. I plan on streaming it live.