Nope, no pens. Or anything else that might be pokey. Couldn’t even have been the car keys, as they were in my hand.
It’s a mystery, I tells ya!
We did - I remember that, too. Apparently this is more common than we originally thought. Scrotums just have a blow out every so often - who knew? (I’ll just hand you guys that straight line. 
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I believe massive quantities of chocolate is the cure-all for your problem. I know it is for mine.
What would Rambo do. Pour in some black powder and light that shit on fire, that’s what.
BRILLIANT
My theory is blood-blister breaking. Those babies can emit a seemingly-lot of blood for a while. It’s probably no where near as much as it seems, but it can be quite messy.
I am cringing at the thought of my sack leaking blood. :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: If I saw that my first response would be to scream. Then I would have wrapped a beach towel around my nads and called 911.
Nope, that are of my body is not allowed to “spring a leak”. No way, no how.
I think I’m gonna puke.
So you’re saying you had a tiny little prick down your pants?
I was going to say, at least us wimmins pretty much know when to expect the gushes of blood, but then I remembered I got my period twice in two weeks this month. :mad:
Ok, we need a new indicator to replace “TMI” for horror stories like this. I’d like to suggest “RTAYWRAFTCSLALGNRDOTE”, which of course stands for “read this and you will run away from the computer screaming like a little girl…no really, don’t open this…ever.”
–FCOD
The other bleeding scotum story was in the infamous now closed thread about pimple stories. The man in question had a bleeding sack and had to use on of his wife’s panty shields to sop it up.
When my husband gets home, I will have to ask if this has ever happened to him.
This is the one I remember:There I was sitting in a pool of blood (TMI) - Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share - Straight Dope Message Board
And no, the OP wasn’t terribly concerned. To the suggestion that he go to the doctor, he replies: “If it happens again, I will.”
Guys talking intimately about each other’s scrotums and you come out with a straight line? 
Yeah, that was pretty bizarre to me. Any time blood is coming out of my vagina at an alarming rate, and I know I’m not menstruating, I’m going to the ER, stat.
ETA: Is this one of those examples of women sometimes being over-concerned about their health/going to the doctor and men being under concerned about it?
Guilty as charged. Except mine wasn’t gushing and stopped upon treatment, which was why I didn’t go to the doctor.
But we’re men; we can stand a little bleeding. After all, it’s only a flesh wound.
Yep. And it hasn’t.
Dear Og. :eek:
I’ve never had scrotal bleeding, but about twenty years ago I noticed that my scrotum was often of inconstant size. Every now and then one side of it would swell to six or eight times mormal volume, about the size of a softball, and after a whjile it would shrink bacl to normal. There was no pain.
I went to the doctor. Diagnosis? A hernia! Evidently there was too large of a hole where some blood vessel or something passed through my abdominal wall to my scrotum, and a loop of intestine sometimes entered. When food passed through it, it swelled, and inflated my scrotum.
So they sent me to the Shouldice Clinic in Toronto, a specialist clinic that only treated hernia-like conditions. It was built into an old mansion on Bayview Avenue. I was there for three days.
On the day of the operation, they gave me a Very Small Pill about an hour before the operation, and by operation time, I was cruising in a strange uncaring, yet pliable and awake, state. I had no problem following orders or moving around; I simply didn’t care about anything. They could have pushed my wheelchair out the window and I would have looked at the approaching ground with mild interest. But they pushed me down the hall to the operating room.
The operation was done under a local anaesthetic. There was a screen set up across my body so that I couldn’t see what was going on. I listened to the doctor and the nurses discussing what they had for dinner the night before (corn, I believe) and how the kids were doing. I could see the clock, and it took about forty-five minutes, but it felt like fifteen.
Afterwards they wheeled me back to my room and I slept. My friends came over the next day and brought books and made me laugh, which hurt. 
I’m guessing it was an alien anal probe, just a little off target.
They’ll be back, probably tonight.
Hey, my dad was going to go that place in Canada for hernia surgery too. But he ended up staying in FL because pre-surgery testing found that his heart needed by-pass surgery. If he had gone up north he would have died before he could get back to the US and into a hospital that accepted Medicare. As it was, he was just barely old enough to qualify and , luckily, most the cost of the quintuple-pass surgery and the complications were paid by Medicare.
The hernia surgery place says at their website that they ONLY handle hernias. Any complications and you need to go to a full hospital.
That was probably me. I pinched a quite a bit larger hole in my penis/upper scrotum while changing out tong heads on a drilling rig. Much blood ensued, but like the OP I didn’t notice it right away. There was quite a bit of pain when it happened, but pain on a drilling rig is pretty much a constant. Never expected blood.
I wrapped a rag around it after showing my crew and the casing crew (we were running casing is why I had to change the tong heads) and washing it off.
I had been admonished by the rig owners for writing flirtations on my time card, directed to the secretary with the sexy name (which I can’t recall). When I had to fill out the accident report, listing “pinched hole in penis/upper scrotum with back-up tongs” as the injury, we placed it in a separate envelope addressed to the owner.
Next time I saw him, he walks up laughing about the injury and says, “Hey, {secretary with sexy name I’d been warned about flirting with} wants to meet you!”
Yeah, it is.