Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Hours spent in a repurposed psychiatric room, bare and off-white, black smudges adorning the walls. The only thing missing from a room purposefully disburdened were the straps to hold patients down against the bed. A blue mattress, originally uncovered, similar to the dorm beds in my first two years of college. Plus, a disabled surveillance camera and a broken TV, how dull. Agonizing screams from the next room over, untenable as her vocal cords strained away.

It all began when I woke up three hours into my slumber, a dull, aching pain afflicting my ballz >:( (oh and a fuckton of nausea that made me want to vomit the entire time)

Morphine is neat, it makes you ignore most sources of pain, but god, it wore off quickly. Or time passed faster... Regardless, being wheeled around in a wheelchair because you're too weak to walk is pretty cool. All of the staff that I met were very kind and I had a lovely conversation while waiting for a cat scan with a transporter studying for a cybersecurity exam in a month. I really, really hope she passes!

Sidenote, waking up at 9 in the morning to crippling gock and ball torture is something I wish upon no one, I was worried I'd have to get surgery or something while waiting on my ultrasound results. I hate being expensive.

In the end, they found a tiny potential fluid buildup of some kind, but not something that explains the severe sharp pains I'd feel whenever I got up, sat down, slightly moved, EXISTED, etc. I still felt ballpain through a rather sizeable dose of morphine for a beginner.

So yeah, I gotta go see a urologist and hope there's something meaningful behind it, or that it was a fluke and never happens again.

Shout-out to Martin, Lex, Sky, and Sierra for keeping me distracted throughout at least 7 hours of waiting <3

I had one hell of a night playing BetterMC with Sierra until 7 am tho so it was kinda pog jshgshgsh, cool modpack >:3