I had a pretty bad case of epididymitis (Infection or inflammation of the epididymis, which is a tubular structure attached to the upper posterior part of each testicle, and results in scrotal pain) a couple of years ago. My left nut swelled up pretty bad. Hurt like a bitch to walk. Doctor gave me some antibiotics, and after a few days, I was all good, except it was a little harder than the right one.
So exactly a month later, I wake up, take a piss, and nearly pass out from the pain. My left nut is now the size of a goddamn pretty big orange. Go to the hospitol, get wheeled into the emergency room because I can't stand without the pain causing me to black out. Doctor tells me the epididymitis never really cleared up, and gives me some more antibiotics. This is a Monday. I had a followup with my urologist scheduled for that Thursday to check up on the original infection, so the ER doc tells me to stay out of work until then, and make sure I make that appointment.
So I spend the rest of Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday in bed on so much vikidan it's not even funny. I was still in so much pain I couldn't walk. Docs kept telling me, "Just stay in bed, and take those antibiotics." Thursday rolls around, and I go to the urologist. He takes one look at my nut, and tells me it's probably cancer. Tells me to come back tomorrow to see a surgeon. I go back Friday, surgeon takes a look at it, and asks me what I'm doing Sunday morning. I mention that's my 21st birthday. So he says, "Great! Be here at 6am for surgury." I'm like, "Fuck!"
I go after that for an ultrasound just to double check against torsion and shit. I tell ya, there is nothing fucking more weird than getting your nut ultrasounded. Anyway, I go in Sunday morning, they prep me, and wheel me into the operating room. The plan is, they are going to pull it out, see how it looks, do any biopsies right there, and if anything funky pops up, just remove it then and there.
I pass out, and wake up about an hour, hour and a half later. I do it all stealth like, so the nurses don't know I'm awake, and try to do a little feel to see if it's still there. I was so messed up though, and they had given me a local down there, so I couldn't feel jack shit. Nurses see me awake, and wheel me back to my room. My mom's there, and I ask her if they took it...
She says yes.
Turns out that it wasn't cancer, but the 2nd infection had killed the testicle and turned it cystic, so they removed it anyway. Now I am the one-nut-wonder.
But yeah...sucks about your ass d00d.
