I was pretty tense anyway, but the nurse’s comforting tone as she calmly stated “Don’t worry, once he’s finished you won’t be able to see it” did nothing to stop the jangling of my nerves and made me question once more: should I really get a vasectomy?
This was back at the start of 2015 on the other side of some lengthy discussions with my Hutch and being a fairly open person and generally able to see the funny side of most situations, I discussed my forthcoming procedure with friends, family and colleagues. There were a couple of rather interesting anecdotes from the ladies in the office whose partners/husbands had been considering the same procedure but, like me, were a little wary.
“What if something goes wrong and you’re no longer able to get an erection?” According to my source, this was not a comment from a concerned would-be patient, but a DOCTOR responding to the would-be patient’s query about whether he should get it done. The Doctor finished up by stating that he “wouldn’t get it done”. Bloody quacks, stop sitting on the fence and make a recommendation…
There were also the usual stories involving a penis being caught between two bricks (Cock and a Hard Place - anyone? Anyone?), but it was the positive story of one who’d had it done and suffered no ill-effects that I latched onto and so decided to proceed.
To set the ball rolling I spoke to my local GP and gave my story…I have three beautiful children, who I love dearly, but the thought of having another one fills me with the same sense of despair I get every time David Cameron tries to appear sincere. Furthermore, we don’t have the financial means to support anyone else and we definitely don’t have the room at home as I believe keeping a child in a loft is still pretty much frowned upon. My GP convinced, I received an email a few weeks later telling me who to contact, which I subsequently did and booked my appointment in at another local surgery (not a hospital - apparently the snippers come to you or nearer you.)
Leading up to the date, I was nervous, but I covered this expertly by being grumpy, mercilessly taking the piss out of my colleagues and generally making the lives of those around me thoroughly miserable. Despite this (and in a true show of how much she loves me) Hutch still agreed to come to the Doctor’s with me and sit by my side.
There was an initial consultation with the Doctor where I was reminded the procedure should be considered irreversible and until I was told otherwise I would still be fertile and no, it wasn’t at all likely that I would be left with any superpowers after the work was done.
Up on the bed, tackle out (shut up, it was a cold day), iodine applied and brave face on whilst local anaesthetic is applied to either side of the scrotum. There are some instances when one injures oneself and can apply a simile “It was a burning sensation.” “It was liked being licked by kittens” etc. Having a needle shoved in your balls feels EXACTLY like having a needle shoved in your balls. Fortunately, this is a brief and minor discomfort and aside from a moment when the Doctor accidentally nicked a part of me that hadn’t been anaesthetised (I responded in a thoroughly British fashion and apologised for pain he’d caused me), I couldn’t feel a thing for the rest of the procedure.
Meat and two veg numbed, the doctor feels around your scrotum for the relevant tubes under the skin. Once located a small clamp is applied and using an instrument called a “hyfrecator” a single, small incision is made. The same instrument gently stretches an opening to allow the tubes to be reached. The tubes are then “inactivated and interrupted using the hyfrecator”. I wasn’t looking as I was trying not to panic when the nurse told me that the following day I “won’t even know it’s there” (turns out she was talking about the scar), but I could smell burning and although I couldn’t feel it, I had a sense of heat being applied. It seemed like the medical equivalent of soldering. That done, nut sack sealed up (without the need of stitches), a pat on the back (well, it would’ve been nice) and I was free to go.
In the days after there was some mild discomfort down below, which would probably have been easily managed without pain relief, but as a delicate soul, I popped a couple paracetamol to be on the safe side. I didn’t walk too far as although there was only a tiny scar (scar size not directly related to genital size says….science), there was a little chafing tone found. I also lived in fear of one of my darling offspring accidentally kicking, head butting or punching me in the plums, but aside from that I was absolutely fine and already wanting to tell other men warily circling the procedure that there is nothing to worry about.
There is some post-procedure stuff to consider, you are technically still fertile until the sample you provide four months after the event comes back negative. Further hardship is be endured with the forty (minimum) ejaculations required before popping a sample IN THE POST to the jizz lab for analysis by someone who has heard all of the semen jokes on the planet.
“Good luck!” I scoffed as I posted my sample. “You think the mere tying of some tubes will stop my boys? No chance.”
Two weeks later I receive a letter confirming that I will never have children ever again. There is however a one in two thousand chance that the tubes could reattach. Even as an appalling amateur gambler, I know that I can live with those odds.
People seem to go nuts for lists at the moment, so here’s five things to be aware of when considering a vasectomy:
1) It was and is practically painless. I’m the world’s biggest wimp and can admit that to….well, the world, so there’s no stoicism here.
2) I have no scarring and can ride a bike, which has nothing to do with anything, but I’m really proud of myself for learning to ride a bike.
3) The erection thing, I did get a little concerned a couple of hours after the procedure as there wasn’t much (anything) happening to make little D sit up and take notice. By the end of the day though, familiar stirrings had returned and we were back into double entendre territory eg. The light is green. Up periscope. Release the hounds etc.
4) If you’re looking for an easy way to remember 3) - the procedure concerns the veg, not the meat.
5) No bricks were present.
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