I decided long ago that I would have a vasectomy when we were finished having kids. This procedure is far less complicated and painful than a hysterectomy. I didn't want J to have to go through that. Nor did I want her to have to take the pill the rest of her life, as that messes with her hormones.
When word got out that I was considering the big "V", I was surprised to learn that nearly all of my friends have had this procedure too.
Well....today was the day I went under the needle and knife. And though I sit here with ice resting between my legs, the numbness wearing off and being replaced with throbbing pain, and feeling slightly nauseated, I feel quite proud with myself. This seems funny to say but I feel liberated. I've joined the league of responsible gentlemen.
The procedure itself occurred in the outpatient room of my doctor's office. Assisted by his nurse, the doctor injected the vans defrens (mis-spelled?) for each testicle with a numbing medication. The initial shots were the most painful part of the procedure. The pain from one shot hit a nerve that I felt all the way up into my belly button. OUCH.
The only thing I found disconcerting was the sensation of pulling, the sounds of scissors clipping, the smell of burnt flesh from the saudering tool, and the sight of needles.
For recovery: times like this require a weekend long supply of Diet Coke, DVD's, and treats. J's been totally awesome, pampering me like a Roman emperor. I'm all over this.
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