little brain

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Daredevil is one of the worst films ever made. There is absolutely nothing even average about it.

doodlewhale:

25 years ago I woke up in a hospital bed dreary, bleary eyed and a little ‘concerned’. I say this with hindsight, concerned was not a word that had entered my vocabulary at that stage as I was a young carefree child not more than 5 years old. The cause for my concern was a rather large swelling around my nether region. (Now please read on, I promise you this story is not offensive) There was a Nurse sat beside me on the bed and through a strained gaze I saw her gently draw back the bed sheets and reveal a large bandage wrapped around my groin.

“hello little soldier” her soft voice whispered.

‘what the fucking hell are you doing’ my 5 year old brain thought (Over the years I have forgotten the exact phrasing)

“I am just checking your little stitches are ok” she said, and immediately started to peel away the sticky bandage with aplomb.

My eyes now resembled those only a disney animator could draw, popping out of my head in utter disbelief at what was being revealed before me. A six inch scar with roughly 8 stitches stared back at me resembling that of a seam on an American Football.

“Oooh they look like there doing great” exclaimed the Nurse with delight.

‘what the fucking hell have you done to me’ was the new thought my brain was yelling.

“You’re little balls will be just fine” she now said with a little tweak of my nose.

‘OK, seriously what the fucking hell have you done to me down there’ my brain now bursting with distress.

A little tear runs down my face and the nurse wipes it away and gives me a little hug before covering me back up with fresh bandages. She turns to walk away and with as much willpower as I could possibly muster I manage to speak for the first time, my throat warbling through wobbly tears and pain.

“I thought I was having my tonsils out” I croak.

“Oh you did sweetie, are you a little sore?” she replies.

“Mummy told be they were in my throat!” I cry.

It wasn’t until visiting time some hours later that my parents confess they had me in Hospital for a problem with an undescended testical, and thought they’d get my tonsils whipped out too. They went with just telling me about the tonsils, the testicle explanation might have been a bit difficult to explain to a 5 year old.

Anyway, I am happy to report that to this day my tonsils testicles are doing just fine. It is this close relationship I have had with said testes that has made me want to raise money for the Everyman Charity event ‘Tacheback’ (in aid of testicular cancer research)

http://www.tacheback.com/doodlewhale