After an emotionally exhausting day characterized by repeating moments that I felt my blood come to a boil due to racism and ignorance from people who I really want to believe know and can do better, there's nothing that can cheer up a girl like talking to her father the urologist who has been seeing patients for the last 6 hours ("I only had seven minutes to eat half a sandwich!" he says.) Particularly when the conversation goes like this:
"Hi Sweetheart, hold on one moment."
I then hear him say to someone near him, most likely my mother, also the nurse in his office,
"Scrotum Pain. Put down 'scrotum pain'."
Then speaking back to me he clarifies to me, "Don't worry, it's not my scrotum pain."
Who knew that all it would take to plaster a big ol' stupid grin across my face was hearing my dad say the words "Scrotum Pain"?
It was scrotum all along.
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