December 25th, Disneyland. Celebrating the birthday of my six year old.

Both hands full walking away from the car, my wife has the keys and wants to put them in my pocket. I turn my hips so she has room to put the keys in my left pocket. While turning my little boy bumps into me and my wife?s hand holding the keys enters my pocket a little too fast and too hard with the car key hitting my left testicle.

Normally this would cause minimal discomfort, right? Not this time. I keeled over in excruciating pain not even having the ability to catch myself falling to the pavement. It took a minute to be able to breathe and have my vision back. First thing I see of course is the terrified look on my little boy who thought his bumping into me was the reason daddy was crying on the floor.

My wife helps me get up and within minutes the area is has swollen to the size of an orange (yeah, I know) making walking almost impossible. I sat down for a few minutes to steady myself and to stop myself from shaking and fortunately most of the pain subsided within 20 minutes.

Not wanting to spoil anymore of my son?s birthday we continued on our Disney trip and I went into every ride with him he wanted. The one hour drive home at the end of the day seemed like ten.

Upon arriving home the swelling had returned and I called a good friend of mine who is an internist. I explained the situation to him and he thought it sounded like Orchitis. He prescribed me anti-biotic and Vicadin, which I both picked up the next day. He instructed me to call him back every day to let him know how I was doing.