I went to the urologist this week to discuss a vasectomy. Three kids under five and four total will drive a man to go under the knife. While there, I complained of some discomfort I have been having and explained my boys’ habit of kneeing, elbowing, and head-butting the old baby makers every chance they get in what I can only imagine is some form of self-preservation through the pre-emptive elimination of future siblings. Unlike my nurse practitioner who makes me hold up a sheet and look at the wall while she gently probes the area, the pee doc honed in like a jeweler peering through an eye piece, up close and personal like. His diagnosis? General nut pain. Great. He advised trying to keep the kids from attacking there. Short of a cup or isolation, I am at a loss of how to do so. The date is set though for the “procedure.” After I get back from Vegas, I get to look forward to at least a weekend of swollen pain. Also great.
Speaking of general nut pain, I tried to power my way through my recent bad streak but finally got tired of getting hammered every night and have laid off a little bit. Now, I am concentrating on SNGs in an attempt to regain some semblance of rhythm. It limits my loss tilt and keeps my concentration up as the blinds are moving and players are dropping. I have kept decent bankroll control through this phase so I should be able to jump back into the cash games and bigger MTTs soon. I am sure I have run this bad in the past, but this stretch is magnified as the play is at higher levels and follows a run of me killing the game.
The plans are coming together for Vegas. I have crazy trip planned over a two and a half week period.