This can't be good

I'm feeling quite uncomfortable here.
And it's quite painful when I get up to walk around.
(I don't know how I did the 20 minute walk to work today - and manage to stay conscious)

I could take a look, to confirm my suspicions.
But I'm too scared. Too scared to discover that my fears have been realised.

So, it has finally come to this.
It was only a few days ago that I warned Marge about this possibility.
* sigh *

Note to self:

• Tell Marge to take more care when refilling the clothes drawers.
• Remind Homer to be more vigilant when grabbing underwear out of the drawer...

Either I'm inadvertantly wearing Bart's jocks right now, or I've developed substantially overnight. D'oh!