There are none. I will, however, most likely pick the name with the most votes. Participants are urged to vote as often as humanly possible. Having to do work, chores, or undergo major surgery will not be considered valid reasons for not participating.
On June 10, I was officially diagnosed as having a hernia. Hooray! It's not cancer. But like any life-changing event, this hernia needs a name. So it's up to you, you who are reading this blog when you should be working, to christen this strange bulge in my area.
The winner will receive a completely useless prize, maybe a YouTube video produced in their honor.
Godspeed.
According to WebMD: "An inguinal hernia (say 'N-gwuh-nul HER-nee-uh') occurs when tissue pushes through a weak spot in your groin muscle. This causes a bulge in the groin or scrotum. The bulge may hurt or burn." In other words, my guts have creeped into my balls, uninvited. My hernia was diagnosed rather easily at a urologists office, referred to by my PCP, by having an attractive nurse practitioner cupping my boys and having me cough.
WebMD tells us surgery is the only way to cure it. A mesh, or in medical parlance "The air filter of your balls," is installed surgically (in my case, laposcopically) to keep my damn abdomin out of my marble sack. Recovery consists of pain killers and a lot of whining.
2 comments:
"Okay Dr. Nick, it's time to close this guy up."
"You mean this is real, I though we were watching a television show!"
"I know this is only my first surgery, but cutting people open is fun!"
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