on the subject of grapefruit sized things.

I'll leave out the specifics or the causes, but I'll let you know this:

One of my testes is the size of a grapefruit. It isn't really painful and it's due to (hopefully!) go down on it's own, but suddenly I have massive sympathy for women who have been favored with large breasts.

When I'm running, I greatly desire support.

When I roll over, I am sometimes compelled to roll the other way, and quickly.

I have become very aware of my enlarged muchacho. My gait recognizes his stature. I walk as though I have taken up herding cows.

I won't miss the Hulk testicle when he calms down, but I will never forget him.