Now That You Know
May. 22nd, 2008 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmfargoI don't want children. It's not that I hate them; I find them cute when they're not mine. I just don't want any. Pretty simple.
Maria, because of the TTP, shouldn't have children. It could kill her. She also can't go on most birth controls, for the same reason. Pretty simple.
We talked it over. Pretty simple solution.
I'm getting a vasectomy. This is something I think most men kind of try to hide, or at least don't bring up, but it's there, it's happening, and this blog is mostly about what's happening in my life.
I go under the knife on 6/6. I'll be up and fine supposedly by 6/10 at the latest, and they said that if I wanted to I could even drive myself home from the procedure.
Geesh. No thanks.
Now, I tell you that, to tell you this:
I went in for an assessment. Anyone going in for this procedure needs to meet the doctor, answer their questions, and have a quick check up. I thought this would be the time when the doctor would say things like "Do you have any questions?" "Are you sure you want to do this?" etc.
He came in within half a minute of me entering the room, and handed me a pamphlet. He introduced himself, and asked me to drop my drawers. He felt me up, asked me to cough, and left.
I paid $25 for what, exactly? Bastard didn't even buy me lunch.
EDIT: As an aside, I couldn't remember the term "vasectomy" when I was calling to schedule for this appointment, so I tried looking it. I jokingly put in "The male snip-snip," and wouldn't you know it? The first Google result was exactly the word I was trying to find.
Maria, because of the TTP, shouldn't have children. It could kill her. She also can't go on most birth controls, for the same reason. Pretty simple.
We talked it over. Pretty simple solution.
I'm getting a vasectomy. This is something I think most men kind of try to hide, or at least don't bring up, but it's there, it's happening, and this blog is mostly about what's happening in my life.
I go under the knife on 6/6. I'll be up and fine supposedly by 6/10 at the latest, and they said that if I wanted to I could even drive myself home from the procedure.
Geesh. No thanks.
Now, I tell you that, to tell you this:
I went in for an assessment. Anyone going in for this procedure needs to meet the doctor, answer their questions, and have a quick check up. I thought this would be the time when the doctor would say things like "Do you have any questions?" "Are you sure you want to do this?" etc.
He came in within half a minute of me entering the room, and handed me a pamphlet. He introduced himself, and asked me to drop my drawers. He felt me up, asked me to cough, and left.
I paid $25 for what, exactly? Bastard didn't even buy me lunch.
EDIT: As an aside, I couldn't remember the term "vasectomy" when I was calling to schedule for this appointment, so I tried looking it. I jokingly put in "The male snip-snip," and wouldn't you know it? The first Google result was exactly the word I was trying to find.
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Date: 2008-05-22 09:36 pm (UTC)So, there are wide ranges of recovery. Good luck, and be glad they didn't call it Micro surgery! ;)