Doctor, doctor

For those who aren't dudes, let me explain something to you. Getting hit in the junk hurts. Even a glancing blows hurts, and it's the kind of pain that begins in your groin then moves to your stomach and just makes you want to lie in the fetal position. During this period of agony, thoughts of, "My God this hurts!!!" to "Am I going to lose a testicle?" run through your feeble mind.

I bring this up because a really good friend of mine (let's call him Smurfy) informed me on IM yesterday that he sustained a direct hit to the junk via soccer ball the night before. It apparently hurt like hell with him peeing blood. He was asking me if he should go to the doctor. I was like hell yes. You gotta understand something about me. Since I lacerated my kidney and peed blood for like a couple of weeks, any sign of blood in the urine willl send me to the doctor. Usually when I go running to the doctor like a wuss though, nothing is wrong. Smurfy is the exact opposite of me. He always waits to go the doctor only to find out that if he hadn't come at that point, he might be hiring a moving van to the afterlife. So as usual, he's riding it out. Apparently he's doing a lot better. Less pain while peeing and less blood. This incident also caused me to start wondering if we are the spitting image of God, does God have junk and if so does God's junk hurt when it's hit. Yeah, I just said it. BOOM!!!