For whatever reason I haven’t felt shamed enough to delete the post where I decided to tell the world that I had testicular implants put in on Monday and after sharing something so personal I feel so close to all of you guys now. So, in for a penny in for a pound, right?
I went to see the surgeon today for a followup to make sure everything is progressing as well as it should be. While he is examining me he says, “you know, all the women were really impressed with how they looked.”
Huh? I wasn’t sure that I heard him correctly so I said something along the lines of, “huh?” He doesn’t skip a beat and says, “yeah, all of the women in the operating room who saw what they looked like when they were finished thought they looked really good. They were impressed.”
One thing I never really considered a topic of conversation in the operating room while I was unconscious with my junk on display was how great my new balls looked. How embarrassing. Of course, after getting over the initial flush of awkwardness, I immediately asked for the phone numbers of the ladies who were eyeing my prize. He, of course, demurred citing doctor/patient confidentiality although I’m fairly certain that’s not how confidentiality works.
Of course I didn’t really ask him for phone numbers or specifics. And, whether or not it was true or not, I thought it was pretty cool of my doctor to care enough to tell me the story in the first place. But it was totally true.