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Taken without permission from _Medical Aspects of Human Sexuality_
July 1991

by William A. Morton, Jr. MD

Scrotum Self-Repair

One morming I was called to the emergency room by the head
ER nurse.  She directed me to a patient who had refused to
describe his problem other than to say that he "needed a
doctor who took care of men's troubles."  The patient, about
40, was pale, febrile, and obviously uncomfortable, and had
little to say as he gingerly opened his trousers to expose
a bit of angry red and black-and-blue scrotal skin.

After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted
me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards
of foul-smelling stained guaze wrapped about his scrotum, 
which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and
extremely tender.  A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus
and blood, extended down the left scrotum.

Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, 
I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the
patient what they were.  Several days earlier, he replied,
he had injured himself in the machine shop where he worked,
and had closed the laceration himself with a heavy-duty
stapling gun.  The dark objects were one-inch staples of the
type used in putting up wallboard.

We x-rayed the patient's scrotum to locate the staples;
admitted him to the hospital; and gave him tetanus antitoxin,
broad-spectrum antibacterial therapy, and hexachlorophene sitz
baths prior to surgery the next morning.  The procedure
consisted of exploration and debridement of the left side of
the scrotal pouch.  Eight rusty staples were retrieved, and the
skin edges were trimmed and freshened.  The left testis had 
been avulsed and was missing.  The stump of the spermatic cord
was recovered at the inguinal canal, debrided, and the
vessels ligated properly, though not much of a hematoma was
present.  Through-and-through Penrose drains were sutured loosely
in site, and the skin was loosely closed.

Convalescence was uneventful, and before his release from the 
hospital less than a week later, the patient confided the rest
of his story to me.  An unmarried loner, he usually didn't
leave the machine shop at lunchtime with his co-workers.  Finding
himself alone, he had begun the regular practice of masturbating
by holding his penis against the canvas drive-belt of a large
floor-based piece of running machinery.  One day, as he 
approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close
to the belt.  When his scrotum suddenly became caught between
the pulley-wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the
air and landed a few feet away.  Unaware that he had lost his
left testis, and perhaps too stunned to feel much pain, he 
stapled the wound closed and resumed work.  I can only assume
he abandoned this method of self-gratification.
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Fwd from Yucks.  I think I'll consider adding this to the one
about the guy and the sanding machine.

---


For those who don't read the Seattle Times, the following article was
written by Mike Royko of the Chicago Tribune.

A WOMAN FOR OUR TIMES

We've had the year of the woman and it is still going on, with females
being elected to high office and named to Cabinet posts, and the power
of Hillary Rodham Clinton.

But what about Curtescine Lloyd? You never heard of her? Well, she is
my choice as one of the most amazing and heroic women of recent years.

Ms. Lloyd is a middle-aged nurse who lives with an elderly aunt in the
rural hamlet of Edwards, Miss., near Jackson.

This is her story, most of it taken from a court transcript.

One night, Ms. Lloyd was awakened by a sound. She thought it was her
aunt going to the bathroom.

Suddenly a man stepped into her bedroom. Terrified, she sat up. He
shoved her down and said: "Bitch, you better not turn on a light. You
holler, you're dead. You better not breathe loud."

He declared his intentions, which were to rob her and commit sexual
assault. Then he took off most of his clothing and jumped into bed.

Here is what happened next, according to court records:

Ms. lloyd:  "I got it. I grabbed it by my right hand. And when I yanked
it, I twisted all at the same time."

"He hit me with his right hand a hard blow beside the head, and when he
hit me, I grabbed hold to his scrotum with my left hand and I was
twisting it the opposite way. He started to yell  ... and he hit a
couple of more licks, but they were light licks. He was weakening some
then."

With Ms. Lloyd still hanging on with both hands, they somehow struggled
into the hallway.

"He was trying to get out, and I'm hanging onto him; and he was
throwing me from one side of the hall wall to the other... .

"So I was determined I was not going to turn it loose. So we were going
down the hallway, falling from one side to the other, and we got into
the living room and we both fell.

"He says, 'You've got me, you've got me, please, you've got me.' I
said, 'I know damn well I got you.' He said, 'Please, please, you're
killing me, you're killing me ... . Call the police.'

"I said, 'Do you think I'm stupid enough to turn you loose and call the
police?' He said, 'Well, what am I gonna do?' I said, 'You're gonna get
the hell out of my house.' He said, 'How can I get out of your house if
you won't let me go? How can I get out?'

"I said, 'Break out, son-of-a-bitch. You broke in, didn't you?' And I
was still holding him.

"He said, 'Oh, you've got me suffering, lady.' I said, 'Have you
thought about how you were going to have me suffering?'

Ms. Lloyd dragged the lout to the door, which had two locks, and told
him to unbolt them.

When he unlocked the doors, he screamed: "I'm out, I'm out."

But Ms. Lloyd said: "No, dammnit, I'm taking your a-- to the end of the
porch. And when I turn you loose, I'm going to get my gun and I'm going
to blow your (obscenity) brains out, you nasty, stinking, low-down
dirty piece of (obscenity).

"And when I did that, I gave it a twist, and I turned him loose... .

"And I ran into my aunt's room, got her pistol from underneath the
nighstand ... and I fired two shots down the hill the way I saw him go.
And then I ran back in the house and dialed 911."

The police came and examined the man's clothing. Inside the trousers
was written the name Dwight Coverson. They found Coverson, 29 at home,
in considerable pain.

A one-day trial was held. As Coverson's lawyer said: "The jury was out
10 minutes. Long enough for two of them to go to the bathroom."

The judge gave him 25 years.

The defense lawyer also said that Ms. Lloyd had been contacted about a
possible movie of her story.


[comment by Dave Stevens:
        So I guess you could say the penal system really works.]

[comment by Aki Fleshler:
        ... in a twisted sort of way.]



