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- Oct 9, 1999
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Originally posted by: Fritzo
OK, I have some time now to tell the tale:
My wife made the appt. for me, and I go to the doctor, who's name is (I am NOT kidding here) Dr. Dick Tapper. I didn't feel too comfortable with that, but I find out the guy is like a leader in the field, so I feel better. If you've done 20000 of these things, you can't screw it up. The next visit, I have to strip and put on a butt showing gown, then they put me on a table not unlike that one in the Frankenstein movies (sans those lightning shooting ball thingies).
Jeff the Gay Nurse comes in while I'm on the table, and goes "HI HI THIMPLY HI! You're here to get your vas snipped today?" I didn't know how to respond to that, so stupidly I go "Uhhh...yes." Jeff then flips open the undercarriage and starts inspecting the patient. He mentions something about a jungle, then starts shaving (my vision is blocked by a sheet- probably don't want to watch someone holding a razor down there anyway). I personally think he spent a little too much time down there, but then again, I can't see what he's doing.
Dr. Tapper arrives, and exclaimed "Finally...a large set! Those are so much easier. Been working on little guys all day!" I took that as a compliment. The Dr. asks Jeff the Gay Nurse to get the anesthetic ready. I'm thinking I'm going to get gassed or something...then Jeff the Gay Nurse proceeds to pull out THE BIGGEST FREAKIN NEEDLE I'VE EVER SEEN!!! Dr. Tapper pinches my sack quite firmly and says "You're going to feel a little pinch." Before I can say "MOMMY!" the Dr. jabs THE BIGGEST FREAKIN NEEDLE I'VE EVER SEEN through the sack area. The length of this needle surely went all the way though, then through the mattress and the anesthetic drained into a bucket underneath (this is an insurance scam- they probably reuse it for the next poor sap). The resulting sensation was not unlike someone wearing spiked steel toe boots getting a running start and doing a flying Ju-Su-Kwan-Do kick directly on the bull's-eye. My breath was taken away, so there was no scream, but there was a bit of a full body spasm. Jeff The Gay Nurse took my hand and started saying "You'll be OK in a minute." Jeff The Gay Nurse did not make me feel better.
Numbness set in around the loins, and once again I was at rest. Then, as if he was performing some kind of blessing ceremony, the good Dr. starts holding his tools up to the light one by one to inspect them. First there was this miniature meat hook, then a tiny scythe looking thing (something the Grim Reaper for Midgets would carry), a soldiering iron (again...not kidding. At least it wasn't an arc welder- my insurance didn't cover that).
Dr. Tapper and Jeff The Gay Nurse crouch over and get to work. It sounds like they're shaking a silverware tray down there, and I feel pokes and prods, but nothing bad. The Dr. says "OK, you're going to feel a little tug." No problem...I've been tugging that area for years. What he failed to mention was he was going to be tugging my innards out through a hole he made while distracting me with a shaking silverware tray...the bastard!!! This was a strange feeling...as if someone tied a string to your intestines and started to pull them out of an orifice. I let out a hearty ascending "ooooOOOOOOOOOOOHGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Jeff The Gay Nurse promptly gave the good Dr. another needle, which he didn't bother inserting (why bother, my insides were outside at that point) and he started squirting the needle all over. "Better?" he asked. "Yes...*pant pant*....that much...*pant pant*...better." I was ready to ask if I could suck on one of those syringe things in the hopes I would be knocked out.
Misfortune came my way in the form of a loose sheet. The blocking sheet fell down on one side, allowing me to see the good Dr. holding a tube (much like a piece of spaghetti) out of a hole in the sack with a little meat hook, and then getting ready to SOLDIER IT!!! I was like an XBox waiting for a mod chip! He sticks it on the tube, which begins to smoke. My nuts were smoking. Yes...smoking. The tube breaks, and then he ties a square knot in both ends (I confirmed this with my Cub Scout manual after the procedure). The nuts stopped smoking around this point, which is a good thing. Jeff The Gay Nurse gave the good Dr. a needle and some thread...sewed up a couple of things with a lovely cross stitch...and then declared "All done!" I was told to lay there for 15 minutes to contemplate the tortures that I underwent in order to have nonchildmaking sex. Well...at least I can get busy without fumbling for condoms now.
WRONG!!!! I was told by the hot desk receptionist "No ejaculations for 2 weeks"..as if she were mocking my situation. 2 WEEKS! The last time I went 2 weeks without spilling some was when I was 16 and broke both arms---and even then I found a way! That was the roughest part.
I had to drop off "samples" 4 weeks, 6 weeks, 8 weeks, and 6 months afterwards to make sure I had no swimmers left. It was interesting telling the wife I needed to go crank one off for the doctor. I was deemed sterile after 6 weeks, and the fun began.
Only side effect is I get a bit of itching around the scar. I didn't get any swelling or infections like some people. You're supposed to lay down for three days...I have the feeling that people that don't do this are the ones that get problems. You FEEL like you can go for a 5 mile hike afterwards, but after 30 minutes on your feet you get a throbbing like you won't believe down there (not the good kind either).
So, that's my story. This is also the longest thing I've ever posted to ATOT! Am I supposed to do cliffs or something?
That sums it up pretty well!
Oh, and the 2nd time was the same as the first, except that thay don't charge you since they screwed it up, but they charged me anyway and then threw out the charges later!
