The whole thing went well, although it was a little more painful than I’d been lead to believe. It seems my body doesn’t react so well to the anesthetic they injected because it took three (I repeat THREE!) needles EACH SIDE.
Tracey’s a pillar of support, of course. She’s taken to calling me Numbnuts. Meanwhile my so-called friends have been filling my Facebook with Youtube songs about visectomies and testies in general. Buggers. It’s been a riot.
I was a bit apprehensive before the slicing and dicing began and waiting in the room at my local doctor’s rooms didn’t help to relax me much. I’m lying on the slab with just a shirt on and there’s a knock. Suddenly I realize the door is down near my feet and if anyone is walking up the hall when the doctor or nurse opens the door they’re going to wish they were born blind.
|in want of a bullet, this is my well bitten book|
The procedure didn’t quite go as I thought it might, but then I think my expectations were a little high. I took a book. I’d been told to expect a bit of discomfort when they tugged on the tube and it nearly discomforted me threw the roof. Instead of reading my book I ended up biting on it the whole time.