Well as the title states it was a hell of a ride for Thanksgiving and beyond. A couple of days before Thanksgiving I traveled with my parents by car to Ohio to be with my brother’s family for Thanksgiving. We stayed from Tuesday to Saturday, making it back around 5 pm Saturday. I took all sorts of pictures and played with my baby nephew who has just begun walking over the last month. He takes a few steps and then falls over. Its a good laugh and we all cheer him on as he looks at us with a big grin on his face!
But on the day we left to go to Ohio i got a call around 4 Am from my friend Tasha. Her ex-husband and father of her two children had died just a couple of hours before she called me. I was trapped between staying in town to comfort her or go with my family. As you can see from reading above, i decided to go with my family, i had already made the commitment.
On the way home i also realized that i had either a really bad cold or the flu because i felt like crap the whole way home. Saturday night i had chills. I managed to make it to the funeral on Sunday afternoon and back home. The funeral was a somber affair, i won’t go into details about how Fred died, but suffice to say it was sad none the less. After that for about 3 days more i was battling whatever i had until i felt better. And during those three days i had cousins asking for rides and such, i was not in a good mood, but i made it through. On Tuesday i went to the doctor to ask about the ASG and how long i was supposed to wear the thing. The nurse couldn’t give me a straight answer. Although she did suggest that i should wear it when i had a need to. At that time i took that advice to mean i had to figure it out for myself, since she apparently could not or did not ask the doctor since he was not there. So i decided not to wear the ASG anymore since i felt i didn’t need it.
That idea lasted all of 3 days when i began to feel some tenderness and soreness in my right testicle again. So i have been wearing the ASG on and off. The thing is so damned uncomfortable though, so i wear it sparingly. I finally decided to order something better online, cost me a total of twelve bucks for one pair on Amazon. Although to be honest some of the sexy stuff looks a lot more comfortable, I just feel too embarrassed to even order the stuff, let alone wear it. After i have all my bills sorted out though i may order another pair. Just to have two comfortable pairs instead of one.
Beyond that I have a appoint with the urologist on the 7th of January. I wonder why i have to wait so long.
Just got the call from the doctors office a few minutes ago. Every thing is good. It’s nothing but some fluid surrounding both testicles. Nothing to get upset about. But the nurse could not elaborate as to how long each day I am supposed to be wearing the athletic support gear (jockstrap). But what i was told is I do not have to take those pills every day, ONLY when i have pain or tenderness in that area! So the pills are heading to the medicine cabinet tonight, YEAY! Beyond that i just have to wait and hope i hear from the doctor about this jockstrap thing. For now I’ll just call it a athletic support gear or ASG. But thank God nothing was seriously wrong with. Thanks to everyone for their prayers and support.
Well i woke up from a nap and looked over at the jockstrap and silently started complaining. But then i realized something. I realized how blessed i was. Things could be a lot worse for me.
I might not have had the money to go to the doctor, or to go get a ultrasound, or to even buy those jockstraps. A lot had happened and some of it seems bad, but it could always be far worse. So I’m thanking God for my blessing instead and bitching like some asshole.
So today i went to the Diagnostics place and got a ultrasound on my testicles. I was wondering how this was going to be done and all. Turns out its the same thing as women go through. The ultrasound technician was female and she gave me some instructions. A rolled up towel underneath my scrotum and one to cover up my penis. All i had to do was just drop my pants. So I lay down on some bed without any pants on (i forgot to wear underwear, force of habit), put the towels in the proper positions and then she put some gel on the ultrasound scanner and spent five minutes or more per testicle. The technician wouldn’t give me a diagnosis or even tell me what she was seeing. SHE instead told me that the radiologist would contact my doctor afterwards. Well that wasn’t very helpful, after she was done I put my pants and left.
Well i decided to get the jockstraps today. I was expecting this to be easy but it wasn’t. I went to 7 different stores and the mall. Took me two hours to find a jockstrap that wasn’t some overpriced male strippers g-string for 15 dollars a pair. I went to Wal-Mart and found one pair for 5 dollars. FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS FOR ONE PAIR! I am not fucking kidding you. Pissed me off but i bought three of them and i am wearing one now. Almost feels like I’m wear a fucking g-string. And the real problem is that underwear companies no longer make jockstraps, its all of these sports companies now like Wilson or Nike. I actually went online and this is some of the crap i found.
Do the words ‘fuck’ and ‘no’ hold any meaning for you? They do for me. No way in hell I am I wearing any of that crap. The closest thing i could find for what i wanted was this: A real normal jockstrap and yeah its 24 dollars for one fucking pair. My god no one actually makes jockstraps any more except intimate men’s apparel shops and sports companies! The world is officially fucked up! Well there is one good thing about these Wilson’s athletic supporter I’m wearing, there’s no cloth in the back so i can go take a shit without having to take these things off! Yeay….
Well i made a deal with the textile devil. I decided to wear some PJs or at least a long shirt. In exchange the evil gas company will keep my bills low. Not much of a choice but i refuse to spend 100 dollars each month on a gas bill. Considering my current health situation though it seems to be the best idea. Almost like i was being set up to accept the inevitable much more easily. In a few weeks i hop i can buy myself a nice long bathrobe. That will be even better.
For me that is. For at least 12 years now i have enjoyed at home nudism and going commando. But that has come to an end. Eight days ago i was having back pains and then the next day a strange pain in my right testicle. Suffice to say i was worried and set up a doctors appointment a few days later.
So i went to the doctor today and he said i still had some swelling there and so he recommended 800 mg of ibuprofen to get rid of the swelling and then a ultrasound. He also said i needed to start wearing a jockstrap. He didn’t say for how long, but he explained to me why.
Apparently when the testicles descend from the abdomen in the womb they carry some kind of tissue with it that seals off the scrotum from the rest of the body; well he suspects that my seal ain’t working too well and some fluids might be leaking into my scrotum and causing all that pain. I guess the jockstrap will help with that as well as the pills.
Suffice to say i was kinda in shock, and scared as fuck. 800mg, some kind of testicle condition and now i need a ultrasound. Yeah I was kinda feeling fucked. So i went to talk to my cousin after i left the doctor’s office. I needed to talk to someone and she is a good listener.
So now here i sit in a pair of underwear, tomorrow i go and get jockstrap or two, or 5 maybe. Fuck if i know, I’m still scared. On Friday i go to get this ultrasound and what if it that finds something far worse? I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m just praying that I’m overreacting and nothing is really wrong
Lets just face this fact first. The recent photo shoot of Kim Kardashian isn’t about Kim and her ass, its about the magazine called Paper, who I’m willing to bet that other then myself no one knew about outside of the New York City. The Kardashian shoot was the first I had ever heard of this magazine. So it is obvious that Paper is trying to keep itself relevant and they have done a great job by posting a semi-nude spread of one of Generation Y’s favorite whores.
I came upon this revelation as i looked at a variety of these pictures and the comments. Quite literally every American generation and every American Decade going back to the 50’s and maybe even the 40’s had their own whore. A woman who defied conventional stereotypes of women and how they should behave by acting sexy or being very sexual. Madonna and Ally McBeal were the ‘whores’ of my generation and now Gen Y has a slew of them; Miley Cyrus, Brittany Spears and so on. Hell we’ve even divided them by race, with Nicki Minaji as Black Gen Y’s ‘whore/slut’. They all have the same MO though, show as much flesh, talk about having as much sex, and create as much controversy as possible. And while we revile, marvel, and lust after them one thing will never change, they are all doing it for money, not for a cause, which is what makes them what I call them, whores, not icons of the cause of femininity or female sexuality.
P.S. The picture of the black female in the same pose as Kim is actually the original idea for the pose that Kim is doing. The pictures was taken back in 1985-86. And the photographer of Kim just rehashed his masterpiece with Kim for this shoot.