In which I manage to kick myself in the nuts

[jeriendhal]

So last night I was sitting at the computer while moonshadowed was putting Tom to bed, when suddenly my stomach hurt. I mean REALLY HURT, as in horrible stabbity stabbing pain that ran from groin up to one side of my belly. It was, for a brief period, the absolute worst pain I'd felt in my life, an eight or nine on a scale of one to ten. If it weren't for the fact that my appendix had been removed when I was eight, I would have sworn that it had burst. As it was I barely managed to make it upstairs before I started vomiting in the toilet.

Which is the point where Tom started giggling, because apparently Daddy Yarfing Noises are terribly funny...

Anyway, I was seriously debating whether to pull myself up off the floor and call 911, thinking I'd torn my stomach somehow, but when Tracy came down a few minutes later the pain was starting to subside. About a half-hour later and some wet heat from a heating pad and I was all right. Later I realized that I had been sitting in the chair in front of the computer with one leg folded under me. As near as I can figure I had pressed my heel the exact wrong way into my balls and pinched a nerve. It was damned more effective, in a manner of speaking, then getting hit by a dodgeball there like in my younger days, but I'd just as soon not repeat the experience.