Prescription: Party

I'm about to get personal (and physical).

This week I was diagnosed with a sort-of-untreatable pain condition called Pelvic Pain Syndrome. After going to the doctor and discussing everything with him, I saw him pull out an Rx pad and he started writing.

I thought to myself "Sweet. I'll get a prescription and everything will be good again." Wrong. He wrote down a book I needed to read and talks from some Stanford doctors on YouTube I needed to watch. Son of a bitch.

Watch the first 20 seconds of this clip:



"Pelvic pain syndromes tend to happen to the brightest and most accomplished of people in the society. The overachievers who carry all kinds of responsibilities. Doctors, lawyers, engineers, investment bankers, programmers, CEOs... are commonly afflicted with this problem."

OH. It appears as though in my quest to take over the world, I have involuntarily screwed myself. "Work hard, reap rewards!" has turned into "Work hard, pain in your cock!" (No, really. The pelvic muscles basically spasm and cause multiple types of discomfort in and around your junk. TMI; sorry.)

Even though my stress levels have come down significantly since finishing graduate school, apparently I still need to "take it easy" and relax more. The good news is that I should be fine in time by doing exercises and adjusting my lifestyle a bit. I don't feel nearly as bad as I did a few days ago, and things are already getting better... but this experience has really made me take a step back and finally realize I need to learn how to turn my brain off.

The kicker is this: orgasms help.

So wait a minute. I need to not stress as much anymore, relax, and have more orgasms. The god damned doctor just involuntarily told me I need to party and get laid.

This is the type of shit where I sit back and say "this could only happen to me."

-Nick