In an ironic twist, after another bout with my liver and another MRI, I get to go have surgery in two weeks, which will be number three in less than 18 months. Want to know the best part? All of the **** that's been going on has pretty much rendered my balls obsolete (that, or I have a brain tumor), and my testosterone came in at 202 in my last sample. At age 31, the average male is in the 600's according to some bull crap study I read. Meh. They want me to take a shot to the *** every two weeks for the rest of my life and inject some crap that is the consistency of peanut butter? I think I'm OK being chubby and only wanting to get laid once a month. I hate needles, man.