November, 2006

Snip Snip: After The Vasectomy

I’m sure you guys are getting sick of the vasectomy posting at the moment, but it’s probably the biggest thing going on in my life right now.

Well, today was mostly a lot of sitting around the ward waiting for my turn. The staff at the hospital were extremely friendly and sensitive. Having said that, the first thing the consultant told me when we met was “Now, this procedure is easily reversible.” I took pains to explain that I wouldn’t be here if I wanted to reverse the process, but he seemed to feel this was vital information anyway.

In the mid-morning, I was wheeled into the theatre and positioned underneath the big light in the middle of the room. I noticed the radio playing I Don’t Feel Like Dancing in the background, but it wasn’t until later that the irony of the Scissor Sisters playing while I got ‘the snip’ hit me.

Being a squeamish sort, I decided to go for general anaesthetic, but I was harbouring heroic visions of resisting sleep. Ha! I was out like a light in seconds! Half-an-hour later I woke up with a stinging, warm sensation in my groin, and was wheeled back to the ward for rest and a bite to eat.

Now, in the wee small hours, I’m still a bit woozy from the anaesthetic, but otherwise fine. Not so much pain at the moment, although I’ve heard day 2 can be more painful!

Anyway, after 18 months of waiting, that’s it done. No regrets, but then I have to submit two samples in February and March to verify that the vasectomy worked. Can’t wait. ;)

Has anyone else gone through a vasectomy? I’d love to hear your experiences.

Shooting Blanks

Well lads and lassies, as of this Friday, my baby-making equipment will be put absolutely and verifiably beyond use.

Sinn Fein are calling my act of decommissioning an historic event in Irish history, while the DUP are typically cynical of the move and want to watch every last ounce (ewww) be deposited in a concrete bunker. Pervs.

Anyway, I got a call to tell me that there’s been a cancellation, asking if I wanted to come in for the vasectomy on Friday. “Absolutely” said I, with glee.

People I speak to about the vasectomy usually wince and act like it’s something to be afraid of, but personally I’m looking forward to it! Until now, the equation went:

Unprotected Sex = Good times + Chance of babies

In a few short months, unprotected sex will only mean “Good Times”. Well, hopefully…

The only bizarre concern that I have is if it’ll alter me in any way. I’d hate to get the operation and find that my libido takes a nose-dive! Other than that, bring it on. A weekend of pain for a lifetime of shagging without Johnny Rubbers!