Admin stuff: first time writing or submitting a story here or anywhere. Happened about a month ago, and as an avid reader here, felt it was only right to try and share. Good stuff starts after ~~~~
Surprise this is a story about my balls. Testicular ultrasounds are a thing apparently. Earlier this year I was having testicular pain, and after 2 big strong male doctors did lots of palpation over the course of multiple visits, they determined it was nothing serious, but wanted imaging done just to be safe.
The pain had completely subsided by the time my radiology appointment came, but I went none the less, not willing to take any chances. My hospital is the least busy of one of half a dozen all crammed into a few city blocks in my large metropolitan area. Additionally, my appointment was in the evening on a Monday, apparently hospitals don’t close at 5. This is all relevant, because you probably wouldn’t believe that the hospital was an absolute ghost town otherwise. I saw less than a half dozen people in the 15 minutes it took me to find check in desk. After inturruping the radiology receptionists netflix show, I was directed to a smaller waiting area specifically for ultrasound, and that’s where I waited.