It's Huge
I ride a motorbike, and have had my share of spills over the years.

This accident almost got me to give it up, and more than riding.

Cruising down a main road, doing the speed limit at the time, which was 70km/h. Car pulls out in front of me, t-bone into the bonnet. Body flies forward, balls then hit the bike tank, and I'm catapulted over the car onto the road.

Little bit of a slide, wait till I stop, and then get up. Felt okay, not too bad, bit of bruising, but nothing seems broken. Front of my jeans have split open. Then I notice what looks like a tennis ball lying on the ground. I pick it up. Fits into my hand. Takes me about a minute to realise it's one of my testicles.

Now I go into a bit of shock, as the adrenaline starts to wear off, and the pain kicks in. Ambo's arrive soon enough, I'm giving the magic whistle to suck on, and off we go to hospital.

Some surgery later, my ball has been reattached. Couple of weeks later, I'm out of hospital.

BTW, while you're healing, and have stitches in your balls, getting morning wood is a painful and stitch tearing event.

Story doesn't end there.

Few months after I was all healed up, I had to go back to check if I was shooting blanks. So I'm in a side room, jerking off. It's rather hard to get it up without any other aids. Then what happens? 2 nurses walk in. Unfortunately we ain't talking about hot nurses, we're talking about the 60 year old matrons here. All 3 of us were damn well embarrassed.

Anyhow, tests came back, I ain't shooting blanks, and I still ride :)
(Kaer, Fri 14 Jul 2006, 4:20, Reply)