Where you been, Scotty?
Just chillin'.
Um, but here's something I haven't been discussing and partially why I haven't been on SG as of late.
As most of you know, I play(ed) a lot of bike polo.
Yep.
Bikes. Mallets. Crashing. Goals. Balls.
I haven't played much as of late because I've moved to a new city which has significantly different dynamics but, also, because I needed time to heal because the game can be rough.
Or so I thought.
So, speaking of balls ...
Yep.
I spent this morning at a urologist's office because I've been having this persistent reoccurring issue with my right testicle.
No, I don't have an STD.
No, I didn't catch in in my trousers.
No, I didn't masturbate too (how much is "too"?) much.
I just had this, well, discomfort. Slight pain. Heaviness. If I had balls the size of grapefruits, well, heaviness would be an expected result now wouldn't it? But, alas, and thankfully due to my choice of low-rise jeans, I do not have such mighty testicles.
And I may or may not have been experiencing this issue for 18-ish months.
I know, I know -- what took me so long to address it?
I don't know.
Ignorance?
Want to be ignorance?
Fear?
Yeah, basically fear.
If I didn't know what it is it couldn't hurt me.
Ridiculously stupid rationalization on my part, but true
I'm 42. I may not look it, I sure as hell don't act it but I am and I know that health issues begin to creep up when you hit the magical 40. They did for me in the form of back problems and gall bladder issues. As anyone who actually knows me can tell you, I'm ridiculously active and health-conscious. Too skinny, probably, or so I hear but I've been working on that and have added about 15 pounds ver the last year. I think that's pretty good, especially for me.
But when it came to an issue like testicles I put my fingers in my ears and did the, "Na-na-na-na, not listening to you!"-dance, because we all know what comes next.
The Big C Word.
Not crabs.
Not combustibles.
Not carbuncles.
You KNOW what word I mean.
Cancer.
They did all the exams they could do today, including the ole' digital up the bum to check out the prostate. Wow, that's fun. Can we do it again, Doc? How about you hum next time? I know I was.
Tomorrow starts another battery of tests, initially a sonogram and a ultrasound to see if I have any masses on my boys or on my prostate, I'm assuming.
I know I'm normally silly and stupid so I'm just going to put it out there; I'm petrified. Like, "No sleep til Brooklyn"-petrified.
I'm not sure how I brought the Beastie Boys into this but (no pun intended), there you have it.
I'm not sure what to expect.
I guess we'll have to see.
Anyways, sorry to all my SG friends, I wish I 'd been more active as of late but I just haven't had the chutzpah. I'll keep you updated the best I can.
I'm on Instagram as zenxistence and FB as Scotty Riopel if you want to chat.
Right now, all I want to do is take my meds and try to sleep.
We all know how that works out.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
PS -
Just chillin'.
Um, but here's something I haven't been discussing and partially why I haven't been on SG as of late.
As most of you know, I play(ed) a lot of bike polo.
Yep.
Bikes. Mallets. Crashing. Goals. Balls.
I haven't played much as of late because I've moved to a new city which has significantly different dynamics but, also, because I needed time to heal because the game can be rough.
Or so I thought.
So, speaking of balls ...
Yep.
I spent this morning at a urologist's office because I've been having this persistent reoccurring issue with my right testicle.
No, I don't have an STD.
No, I didn't catch in in my trousers.
No, I didn't masturbate too (how much is "too"?) much.
I just had this, well, discomfort. Slight pain. Heaviness. If I had balls the size of grapefruits, well, heaviness would be an expected result now wouldn't it? But, alas, and thankfully due to my choice of low-rise jeans, I do not have such mighty testicles.
And I may or may not have been experiencing this issue for 18-ish months.
I know, I know -- what took me so long to address it?
I don't know.
Ignorance?
Want to be ignorance?
Fear?
Yeah, basically fear.
If I didn't know what it is it couldn't hurt me.
Ridiculously stupid rationalization on my part, but true
I'm 42. I may not look it, I sure as hell don't act it but I am and I know that health issues begin to creep up when you hit the magical 40. They did for me in the form of back problems and gall bladder issues. As anyone who actually knows me can tell you, I'm ridiculously active and health-conscious. Too skinny, probably, or so I hear but I've been working on that and have added about 15 pounds ver the last year. I think that's pretty good, especially for me.
But when it came to an issue like testicles I put my fingers in my ears and did the, "Na-na-na-na, not listening to you!"-dance, because we all know what comes next.
The Big C Word.
Not crabs.
Not combustibles.
Not carbuncles.
You KNOW what word I mean.
Cancer.
They did all the exams they could do today, including the ole' digital up the bum to check out the prostate. Wow, that's fun. Can we do it again, Doc? How about you hum next time? I know I was.
Tomorrow starts another battery of tests, initially a sonogram and a ultrasound to see if I have any masses on my boys or on my prostate, I'm assuming.
I know I'm normally silly and stupid so I'm just going to put it out there; I'm petrified. Like, "No sleep til Brooklyn"-petrified.
I'm not sure how I brought the Beastie Boys into this but (no pun intended), there you have it.
I'm not sure what to expect.
I guess we'll have to see.
Anyways, sorry to all my SG friends, I wish I 'd been more active as of late but I just haven't had the chutzpah. I'll keep you updated the best I can.
I'm on Instagram as zenxistence and FB as Scotty Riopel if you want to chat.
Right now, all I want to do is take my meds and try to sleep.
We all know how that works out.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
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I hope you're well.
did you notice how I avoided the easy,
expected
"speaking of hanging" reference there?
Sometimes I amaze even myself.
Seriously though,
I hope you've been given the all clear,
thumbs up
high sign.
Wow, you are older than I thought.
Please try not to worry. A friend got the big testicular C around 26 years old and he's actually fine now. They just removed the testicle and thus the cancer and it hasn't been back in the years since. It can be very treatable. If it helps I'm going through something similar. My last biopsy was inconclusive so I have to wait another 6 months to do another biopsy to see if it's abnormal cells or pre-cancer/cancer. Bodies suck but these things are usually fully treatable. Hang in there. Lots of hugs.