3:30 am - Last time I saw the clock before the benadryl beat my insomnia.
8:30 am - A small shake on my shoulder...a bleary eye opens to the beaming, but somewhat blurry smile of my 7 year old daughter. I pull out an earplug "Hi Dad"...good god she is chipper this morning..."Bryce hurt his balls and is walking funny at school. I think he will be okay but he couldn't run and I heard his mom say that sometimes they fall off"
My EEG shows faint signs of life.
"Dad, what are testicles?"
My left eye is now clear but my right eye is still blurry. My brainstem steps in for the absent frontal lobe "testicles are what make boys into men and babies and stuff."
"Is that where your brains are?" She's dead serious and the clock is ticking...well it's digital, but I could swear I heard the damn thing tick!
"Yes...I mean no, they secrete testosterone and that affects our brains" That's how I got into this damn mess! Stupid testosterone!!
"Do you think they'll fall off?"
"Where's your Mother?"
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