My Husband’s “Medical Emergency” Turned Into the Most Embarrassing Day of Our Marriage
My husband started to smell really bad. I mean, REEK. Not “forgot deodorant” bad. Not “worked out too hard” bad. This was something unnatural. Something that made the dog refuse to sit next to him.
So I did what any concerned wife would do. I made an appointment with a urologist and went with him for support.
He went into the doctor’s office and the door closed behind him.
Five minutes later, the doctor came back out. The second he saw me, his face turned red and he pressed his lips together like he was trying not to laugh.
“Ma’am,” he said, barely holding it in, “you might want to go in and see for yourself.”
My stomach dropped. I rushed toward the door. “Doctor, what’s going on? Why are you laughing?”
That’s when my husband walked out.
He wouldn’t look me in the eyes.
“Honey… I’m not sure how to say this,” he muttered. “But I… uh… forgot to take off my gym cup.”
I stared at him. “Your what?”
“My protective cup. From basketball. I’ve been wearing it for three days.”
The doctor burst out laughing. I covered my face.
Three. Days.
No shower could save that thing.
I apologized to the doctor. The doctor thanked me for the entertainment. My husband swore he’d never play basketball again.
And I made him ride home with the windows down.
