The doctor said, "The good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare
condition that causes your testicles to press on your spine and the
pressure creates one heck of a headache. The only way to relieve the
pressure is to remove the testicles."
I was shocked and depressed. I wondered if I had anything to live...
for. I had no choice but to go under the knife.
When I left the hospital, I was without a headache for the first time
in 20 years, but I felt like I was missing an important part of
myself. As I walked down the street, I realized that I felt like a
different person.
I could make a new beginning and live a new life. I saw a men's
clothing store and thought, "That's what I need... a new suit..."
I entered the shop and told the salesman, 'I'd like a new suit..'
The elderly tailor eyed me briefly and said, "Let's see... Size 44 long."
I laughed, "That's right, howdid you know?"
"Been in the business 60 years!" the tailor said.
I tried on the suit; it fit perfectly.
As I admired myself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?"
I thought for a moment and then said, "Sure."
The salesman eyed me and said, "Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16-1/2 neck."
I was surprised. "That's right! How did you know?"
"Been in the business 60 years."
I tried on the shirt and it fit perfectly.
I walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How
about some new underwear?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Sure."
The salesman said, "Let's see...Size 36."
I laughed, "Ah ha! I got you! I've worn a size 34 since I was 18 years old."
The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34. A size 34
would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give
you one heck of a headache.