“Old guy shuffles into the ER with his girlfriend both mid-fifties. He is holding a ‘Members Only’ jacket in front of his crotch and wobbling in. We take him through triage to the back and get him on the exam table. His scrotum was the size of a large watermelon. It hung below his knees and was easily 18” in diameter. Serious hernia issue.
Just a big oblong mass of flesh that had overwhelmed the rest of his nethers. I think every physician in the hospital came down to consult on it. I mean everyone. Cardiologists, ENTs, etc. Everyone made an excuse to come take a look.
This was clearly an issue he had been avoiding for years. The prescribed treatment if I remember properly was to Kevlar reinforce his belly and shove all his intestines back up and in. They were going to transport him to a nearby hospital for the treatment, but because it was across state lines he refused to go. So he slid off the table, pulled his jeans up around his crotch, grabbed his jacket and his girlfriend and shuffled off to the bus stop.
It’s an image you never forgot, closest thing I can relate it to is when Hugh Jackman is trying to carry the fishbowl between his legs in The Prestige.”