no glove no love

i think the most interesting report i typed today was a summary of a surgical repair of a penile fracture. and i'm no physician, i just type the reports, but i'm guessing that the term "fracture" is used loosely here, or at least not the way i ordinarily think of it; because, oh, i'm pretty darn sure there aren't any bones in the human penis. of course there's cartilage and vessels and i don't know what all else, and i suppose that stuff can be fractured, at least in a sense, especially when the fucker is engorged - er, i mean, when an erection is present.

anyway, this particular 40-something-year-old gent was apparently privy to some vigorous sex and sustained a bit of trauma. details of the event are unavailable at this point, so our imaginations will have to suffice. the procedure he subsequently underwent consisted simply of degloving the shaft (which the dictating surgeon kept calling the "penile phallus," though if that's not redundant i don't know what would be), draining a hematoma, repairing a small tear in the tunica albuginea, and stitching the member up again.

there's something about the word "deglove" that sends chills all through me. kara listened to a stephen king book on tape a year or 2 ago, the one in which a woman is left handcuffed to a bed after her lover dies or something. i hope you'll forgive the spoiler but, per kara's description, the woman ends up freeing herself from the cuffs by slowly and i'm sure painfully pulling one of her hands through the metal manacle about her wrist, effectively degloving her hand. that's just horrible; i don't think i'll be able to read or listen to that book, ever.