I simply love waiting! I know we all enjoy waiting, and waiting is actually a good thing. But, when my hernia now looks like a small orange at times, shouldn't we make bringing the fair (and inevitable) end to my situation a priority?
This is, in fact, a photo of my underwear. My hand is not wrapped around my balls or penis. My hand is wrapped around the hernia that I first blogged about in 2011. I initially noticed the hernia in 2009, so I've lived with this bullshit for about four years.
What the hell are we waiting for?