I know, I'm stupid for telling this story on Newgorunds, because I'm aware that many assholes will laugh at me, or just won't believe me. I don't care. I'm not a circus freak. I'm not here to amuse anyone. I'm just telling you this true, and very sad story that happened to me.
One week ago, I have been diagnosed with testicle worms. Medical analysis showed that my testicles have been infested with larvae. The larva is called angiostrongylus cantonensis. It develops under the skin and lays its eggs in the flesh of its host, like most parasites do. But this one can't be treated with medication. It has to be surgically removed.
Three weeks ago, during a trip in Sudan, in Northern Africa, my balls started itching heavily. After a while, they became red from the scratching. But they were still itchy as hell. Three days later, I was back to Canada. My balls were still incredibly itchy, and I couldn't stand the situation. I wasn't prepared for the horror when I looked down at my testicles and saw those worm-like creatures moving under my skin. I was horrified. I almost fainted.
So I went to see the doctor, that was two weeks ago. As time passed, it seemed like there was a lot more worms than before. However, my balls weren't itchy anymore. They were awfully painful and swollen. They had turned into a slightly reddish-purple color. I could clearly see the small, shite worms moving under the skin, but I couldn't feel them. All I felt was an intense, sharp pain. It felt like my balls were being crushed in a vise. I wanted to die, I couldn't stand the pain. It was too awful.
The doctor couldn't believe what he saw. He said that my scrotum was clearly infested with larvae. In order to analyze the worms, he had to practice a small incision on my scrotum, maybe 2 cm-large, so he could grab some live worms and submit them to analysis.
One week ago, the results came in. The larvae infestation is irreversible. In other words, I'm fucked. I will have to be surgically castrated, or the infestation could spread into my vital organs and possibly kill me.
I had to choose: my balls, or my life. I chose to stay alive.
My birthday was on June 25th. Yes, that was only 5 days ago. I was in a hospital bed, and my balls had been freshly removed. Yet it felt strangely good, compared to the pain I had to endure for almost two weeks. What a great birthday gift.
I'm incredibly depressed right now, I think my life is ruined. I'll never be able to enjoy sex again, since castration also takes away sexual desire and sexual pleasure.
But I'm alive. It's the only thing that matters.