Repurposed
Copyright© 2020 by Yob
Chapter 41: IF AT FIRST YOU DON’T SUCCEED
Dr Pvara wants to study fine suturing at John Hopkins under the guidance of a living legend, Vivien Thomas, a professional surgeon and trainer in the open heart surgery wing. Thomas was instrumental in developing innovative methods of heart surgery on blue babies. Suturing together tiny baby blood vessels is very similar to the size of blood vessels Rahmi will be connecting in my scrotum.
I agree to fund her trip, tuition and expenses. Her practice isn’t very lucrative. The recycling of the “Hope you’re better now” card is indicative of her tight finances.
Jumping ahead in time, Dr Pvara never received credit for a ‘successful’ testicle transplant, because the cancer returned. Keeps on returning! In total, I’ve had four transplants. So only the last, and that a recent one, is considered an unqualified success. We’ll see what happens during the coming decade. I think they were all successful. Each of the former transplants served me for ten years or a bit longer before becoming tumorous. Dad contributed the first, Johnny my second, and Dad willed me his final nut upon his death, in an organ donor will.
My current single testicle, is an unrelated stranger’s. Modern medical science has overcome many of the tissue rejection problems.
Why does the cancer come back? What causes cancer? Nobody lives in a glass jar doing or being exposed to only one thing. It’s impossible to single out one thing as a causal factor, while ignoring everything else. Claims that something causes cancer or caused a cancer, is merely speculation and sometimes bias, nothing more.
[Statistics? If you want real statistics, the number one cause of death in the US and this has remained on top of the list for many decades and including 2020, is doctor error. You don’t read much about it, because it’s doctors publishing statistics to reinforce their own speculations, hypothesis, and presumptions. They neglect to mention doctor error. Wonder why? Is it intentional or just an oversight?
Should we outlaw doctors then? Of course not! Just be wary of reading into statistics more importance than they deserve. They’re easily twisted, politicized, and misapplied.]
Resuming the audacious adventures of Rick ‘Iron Balls’ Collins.
Dad gave me his left nut. I was in no position to be choosy. I have recuperated enough for Rahmi to extract semen specimens manually. No living sperm. Apparently my body’s immune system kills them. Or something does. Live sperm can be withdrawn from the testicle with a hypodermic. Not fun! Proves the testicle produces live sperm and they’re killed or die after leaving the testicle. No future rug-rats at my house. Unless you bring some with you to visit.
The surgery was performed at the university hospital, and home-care recovery is in the Sci-fi sorority house. Attentive volunteer cute sexy nurses around the clock.
All new sorority girls, and I’m becoming intimately acquainted with each and all. So what if I’m invalided and can’t fuck yet? That is only a temporary impediment. My tongue and lips aren’t impaired! Marshall is with me of course, and overly vigilant I don’t over extend myself.
Walking is the recommended therapy for me. I am able to walk farther distances everyday by day. A walking tour of one of the seedier backwaters of downtown Utown, provided a revelation.
As Marshall and I were slowly strolling, we stopped in for a needed rest, in an ancient pool hall and three lane bowling alley. They still employ pinboys in the pits, it’s that antiquated. The pinboys earn ten cents a line. Reminiscent of the good old days? Were they really?
Inside, a sign directs your eyes up a rickety looking stairs ascending to a second level where YOLO ART FILM STUDIOS conducts business.
Descending the stairs while we sit over cokes, is none other than herself, Yolanda. We invite her for a coke. She accepts to sit but orders a Miller’s instead. After a bit of catching up on where we’ve been and what we’ve done recently, I need a taxi called to take me home. My aching balls, er ball, demands I lie down for a bit.
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