Worst pain I ever had...................
In my younger years, bicycle riding and racing was a way of life for me. Used to put in around 50 miles on days I worked, and on weekends, would do anywhere from 75 to 100 in a day. Spent most of my time on a bicycle, and got really good at it. So, one day I thought it would be a good vacation to take a couple of weeks worth of leave, and bicycle from Jacksonville FL to Newport RI. Well, my thighs were like stone from all the riding, and I got ONE FREAKING MILE away from home (completing the 1100 mile journey I had just spent 2 weeks on), and was stopped at a stop light. When the light turned green, I started to pedal again, but my foot slipped off the pedal just as I was doing a downstroke (was using Speedplay clipless pedals). My foot went to the ground, and the top bar of my bike smashed my left testicle between it and my left thigh. All I could do for the next 15 min was lie on the ground, retching and balled up in a fetal position. When I could finally see something other than white light (yeah, it was that bad), I managed to ride the last mile home, and promptly put myself to bed. About 2 hours later, I got up to use the bathroom, and my testicle had swollen to the size of a small orange. When I stood up, gravity took over, and it felt like I'd been kicked in the crotch. The Navy put me on 3 days bedrest because of it, and lemmie tell you, not only was the pain indescribable, but the humiliation of having to explain to the corpsman, my supervisor, my Chief, and my LT what had happened was just as bad for my ego. They didn't want to laugh at me, but they couldn't help it, and to be fair, a couple of months after I'd healed up, I could sorta see the humor in it, because it's ALWAYS funny to see another dude other than yourself take a shot to the crotch. Almost 30 years later, my left testicle is still quite a bit larger than my right, because of the accident. The 2 weeks it took for the swelling to go down was horrific, because as I said, every time I stood up, gravity was there to make me feel like I'd been kicked in the 'nards. Had to wear a jockstrap and bike shorts for those entire 2 weeks, because boxers just wouldn't cut it. But even then gravity still kicked me it the crotch from the blood flow and weight every time I went vertical.