The cast removal did not go precisely how I had anticipated that it would.

My prediction was that I would turn up, the doctor would take it off and that would be that. As it transpired the doctor examined it, sent me off to see the nurse who examined it as well, then they both examined it and there was much toing and froing of the most time consuming nature and some confusion over who should remove it until it was finally revealed that I was to remove it.

So I hopped about a bit and painfully seperated scrotum from sling and saw with some distaste that it had been so hard to remove thanks to numerous layers of blood that had fused the two together.

The nurse then checked was type of stitches I had with a terror-inspiring contraption (a load of dissolvables and one they would have to remove), then coated my balls in salt-water and wiped the blood off of them (which hurt a lot) and then told me that I could now have baths at home, which was a relief.

I am going Japanese at the moment: showering fully clean before soaking in a bath with teatree oil and soap. Nurse's orders. Also quite nice.

What was nice was scraped the dead skin which had accumulated freely upon my balls across the nine unwashed days preceding it, eight of which it had been totally covered. Quite satisfying but very messy.

Beauge Method currently unhold until I get over my fear of rupturing each and every time I masturbate.