Some heart issues. So I guess it's pretty close.
Best to you and your heart. Glad it's not your nuts.
Awesome nuts story:
Some years ago, when I was on the local first aid squad, we got tapped out to a motorcycle accident at a weird and complex intersection the locals refer to as "dysfunction junction" (Rt 9 and Gordon's Corner, for those familiar).
Partner and I get there and there's the aftermath of a little ninja bike lying on somebody's lawn after quite obviously hitting a telephone pole square on. The rider was also on the lawn but, as per usual for these things, a bit farther on.
We approach the guy and he's all kinds of busted up. I won't list, and frankly memory fails, but he was, as I said, all kinds of busted up. But he was conscious, and obviously headed for shock and just kept saying, over and over again, "Ohhhhh... my ballsssssss...". We're trying to assess him for "alert and oriented x3" and he won't say anything except, "Ohhhh... my ballssssss...".
Right about then one of first responders rolls up and walks over to the bike. She's just standing there looking at it. Finally she says, "Hey. Come her. You gotta see this."
Partner and I took a few steps towards the bike and immediately we see it.
The gas tank was flat. Totally flat. Like a pancake.
My partner and I look at each other and, at exactly the same time we say, "Ohhhh... my ballsss..."