Harry had suffered from severe headache for years and hoped he had finally found a cure.
The doctor said, 'Harry, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration.
You have a very rare condition, which causes your testicles to press on your spine and the pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles.'
Harry was shocked and depressed. and wondered if he had anything to live for.
But he had no choice but to go under the knife. When he left the hospital, he was headache free for the first time in 20 years, but felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he felt like a different person and could make a new beginning and live a new life.
He passed a mens clothing store and thought, 'That's what I need... A new suit...'
He entered the shop and told the salesman, 'I'd like a new suit..'
The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, 'Let's see... Size 44 long.'
Harry laughed, 'That's right, how did you know?'
'Been in the business 60 years!' the tailor said.
He tried on the suit it fitted perfectly.
As Harry admired myself in the mirror, the salesman asked, 'How about a new shirt?'
'Sure.' said Harry
The salesman eyed him up and down and said, 'Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16-1/2 neck.'
'That's right, how did you know?'
'Been in the business 60 years sir.'
Harry tried on the shirt and it fitted perfectly.
He walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, 'How about some new underwear?'
'Sure.' said a now happy Harry
The salesman said, 'Let's see... Size 36.
Harry laughed, 'Ah ha! I got you! I've worn a size 34 since I was 18 years old.'
The salesman shook his head and said, 'You can't wear a size 34. A size 34 would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache.'

Sometimes it pays to get a second opinion.