Greg has obviously made a full recovery from his surgery a few weeks ago as evidenced by his stellar performance at the opening game of the softball season last night. I was, as you know, out of state, and therefore unable to enforce the doctor's orders. Apparently he WebMDed the sitch, and found that more than half of the doctors online allow the resumption of contact sports 7 days post...which means that he probably could have returned to work/assisted with the great spring yard clean up in more than a supervisory capacity, too, but I digress.
I was just thinking back to his conversations with me...and Brooke and Alyssa...and his friends...and our families..and his doctors/nurses about his "area," which he has referred to in many unique ways (even in medical settings where I feel that the more PC "testicles" and "scrotum" would be de rigor).
He has routinely told the girls to avoid his "breadbasket" and "doodads," which seem to be his PG terms. Everyone else, including those esteemed in the medical community (and my mama), have been treated to: ball sac (that was a predictive text word!!!scary!!!), nut sac, nuts, balls, family jewels, nads.
He said nads to a nurse on the phone.
I just wanted to say, for the record, that since the man risked the family jewels in the cut-throat world of slow pitch, full-contact softball, that the period of doodad coddling as an excuse is officially OVER!
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