Don't you love them.
Several things suck about hernias -- at least the inguinal kind, which I had:
1) Pervasive fear that intestines have slipped down into your nutsack and are crushing your nuts.
2) Pervasive fear that surgery means cutting into nerves heading toward your "fun zone" and that the surgeon may have been drinking the night before...
3) Pervasive PAIN following laproscopic bilateral hernia repair surgery. Vicodin notwithstanding. Can't do a single situp. Coughing hurts. Laughing hurts. Forget about lifting weights.
4) Because of 3), forced to walk like Fred Sanford. OK maybe not so bad. Fred had a pretty sweet pimp roll.
The benefits:
1) Self-medication. Taking two vicodin and chasing it with beer. A rare chance for us "straight" folks -- with kids -- to get ripped without guilt.
2) Well-wishers and sympathizers. A good friend called me up same day of the surgery to see how it went. Call me a sap, but I got teary eyed. No greater gift than just being cared about.
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