It's been a weekend of silliness. It started Friday morning when I was shaving my privates. Under duress.
I didn't mean to start this with shock value, it just happened. I was getting a vasectomy and they give you a list of things to do beforehand. I expected to show up, have the doctor and nurse look over me, start laughing and saying, "You shaved yourself? We were joking!"
The other thing they tell you to do afterward is to keep a package of frozen vegetables on your privates. It just gets sillier and sillier.
The procedure does hurt like a MF though, and that's exactly what I was screaming when they were jabbing my scrotum with needles.
It was surprisingly laid back except for the screaming. It was done in an exam room. One doctor, one nurse, casual chatting, and a tiny boom box on the counter playing the 60s-70s rock station.
So I've been walking around the house wearing a cup, because my boys love jumping on my privates anyway. I'm not in any pain though.
My mother-in-law was kind enough to stay the weekend and help with the boys. So as not to embarrass me, my wife told her I was having a colonoscopy.
And I'm not really sure how a colonoscopy is less embarrassing than a vasectomy.
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