Right before my orchiectomy I was asked if I would like a “prosthetic”. And when I say “right before” I mean they were just about to wheel me into surgery. I’d been in the hospital twenty-four hours and they chose the last possible minute to spring this question on me. I think the timing was a result of the word “smartass” being in my chart, and they knew if they’d asked me earlier I would have come back with “What colors have you got?” or “Could I have five or six?”
Shockingly a ball pit did not come to mind, but now that you mention it I figure there’s gotta be a factory that makes the prostheses…
