Vasecto-You and Me

Well... my penis is no longer a baby making war machine. That’s right, I got a vasectomy. And not just a pretend one. A real one. And as a very few of our loyal readers will recall, one of our first posts was about Pat’s vasectomy, which can be found here and over here but not here.

In that post Pat was willing to answer all the questions I had about his procedure and how it went, so I figured I would return the favor by turning the tables on him by having the answerer become the answerer-ed.

I’m still taking Vicodin.

Ask away Pat.

Pat:  Never knew it, but it turns out that I’m uncomfortable with posts that start with the words, “Well... my penis…”. Who knew?

This is hard to admit, but I’m a little chagrined--no, hurt--by the fact that you didn’t feel it appropriate to tell me about your vasectomy in advance. I mean, I told you ALL about mine in retrospect. The least you could have done was tell me about yours in forspect. Or invited me to go with you. Or had me do the shaving. Whatever. I’m not hurt.

Much.

 

I wasn't invited to Christian's vasectomy either.

Christian: Sorry about that. It’s just that the place I reserved for the procedure was kind of small and didn’t have a lot of seating. And then combine that with needing to make sure the caterers had enough room I really had to shorten down the guest list. I had to make a lot of tough decisions since I couldn’t invite everyone I wanted to. Unfortunately you didn’t make the list. However I am still registered at several stores around town if you want to get me a vasectomy gift.

If it makes you feel any better I did reread the post we did about your vasectomy before mine and decided to take your advice about listening to podcasts during the procedure.

Pat:  Yeah? How’d that work for you? I hope you chose the right podcast. I meant to tell you to stay far away from any NPR related podcasts--those things tend to accentuate the tugging feeling. Not sure why.

Thanks for the explanation. It makes me feel a little better. Are there any leftovers from the catering?

You didn't already get one of these, did you?

Christian:  The only leftovers were the weiners. For some reason those weren’t very popular amongst the guests.

As for the podcasts I went with Stuff You Should Know. I found one on handwriting analysis and about an hour after I took my pre-procedure Diazepam I had convinced myself that I was going to quit my job and become a professional forger once the procedure was over.

But about a quarter way through my procedure, right at the point where the Stuff You Should Know guys were explaining the significance of a capital ‘A’ (which I don’t remember any of), things started to not go to plan. The plan being that I was to not feel any pain during any of this.

It was rather severe pain. It wasn’t continuous but definitely recurring. I could also tell that the doctor was having to put a lot of physical effort into what he was doing which didn’t make me feel any better about the situati....   

*passes out. comes to 30 seconds later*

Whoa. Sorry. It’s still hard for me to talk about it in detail so let’s just move on.

He gave me an additional round of local anesthesia and proceeded but it really didn’t help. Afterwards he apologized for the pain and said “Your tubes were really hard to get to.” I haven’t done the research but I’m assuming that “hard to get to tubes” is a sign of extreme masculinity dating back to the era of the Roman Gods.

Anyways, I feel like the whole procedure and recovery period was not at all what I was expecting. Beforehand I had talked to several people who had gone through it and they all reassured me it’s no big deal. I consider them all extreme liers now and I hate them all.

Pat: I think I’m gonna’ throw up. Sorry. The images. The horror….the horror!

Christian: I know. And not once during my pre-exam consultation did the doctor ever say anything about horror. He went into great detail about what exactly will be done to my special man-parts during the procedure - during which I just sang songs about watermelons and happy places to myself - but nothing about warning me of horror.

He did say that he had had a couple of patients whose wives got pregnant after the procedure. But he then told me, with a sly, knowingly look, that it turned out to be something else. Naturally I assumed this meant he wanted me to impregnate his wife before I had my procedure but I was like, “No way Jose”.

You know what else didn’t live up to expectations? The drugs. The Diazepam was supposed to relax me. I was hoping that maybe it might give me somewhat of a high. But no. I shouldn’t have been surprised though since shortly after taking the Diazepam a group of well adjusted canaries, who could bend time and space with their eyes, told me that the drug doesn’t always work on everyone. I just must have been one of the unlucky ones.

The only thing about the whole experience that I am happy with is that it is done. It still seems odd to have sex without a condom though. It’s like I’m committing a sin or something. I don’t think God never intended for us to have unprotected sex.

Vasecto-You Not Me

I enjoy having minor surgery just as much as the next guy. Especially when it involves receiving morphine. But when it comes to surgery on my “special purpose” - I’m not a fan. On the other hand, I am completely done with producing offspring (Man alive is that true!) and the only sure fire way for a man, like myself, to prevent future spawn is to have a vasectomy (I think women can have it done too but it’s called spaying).

Last summer Pat went under the knife to have.. oh my god! Just thinking about it... LA LA LA...  I CAN’T HEAR WHAT I’M TYPING ... LA LA LA.... Ok. Let’s just just say last summer Pat had this procedure done. He agreed to answer any questions I had and share them on our blog so that myself, and others, can get a better idea of what to expect from the experience.

Christian:  First off, I think what I, and everyone else really wants to know most is, were you given any morphine during or after the procedure?  

Pat: No, Christian...FIRST OFF, you are wrong. You say the only sure fire way to prevent future offspring is to get a vasectomy (there it is buddy. See...it can’t hurt you. Go ahead...say it. That’s right, “vas...” let that soft “s” really draw itself out so it feels good, “ectomy”. There you go. Not so bad, right? Good job champ!), but our blog is going to go platinum with hits and responses from hard core religulous right-wingers if you don’t also acknowledge that you and your spouse could just quit making sweet sweet love. “You have your two”, sayeth the Honorable Rev. Smith-upon-Avon, “the lord is happy, and your loins shall henceforth be girded.” But not you, my friend...no. Your loins are afire, and you want two things. Unfettered Biblical style “laying down” AND pre-pubescent biology, and for that, there is only one thing...THE VASECTOMY!

All said, it was a piece of cake. Not that I was cool throughout the procedure (and by “procedure” I mean the weeks leading up to it, the entire 24 hours of the day it occurred, and the weeks that followed), but all things considered it was pretty smooth.

No morphine. I think they stopped issuing that as anaesthetic when the last Union soldier came off the battlefield. No...instead, upon leaving my consultation, I was given two pills, described as “valium” and to be taken an hour before the procedure. I have a friend who now has twelve of these “valium” stocked up in his bathroom. He’s been through lots of consultations (but no procedures). Apparently that happens a lot.

So, the day of the severing arrives, and, being me, I did a little thinking about the day. Some problems were identified:

1.  My wife had to take the kids to school in the morning and thus could not get me to the 7:30 appointment. Yes, there are some issues there. No, we haven’t dealt with them yet.

2.  I had never taken “valium” but thought it might be a bad idea to drive myself the six or so miles to the clinic after taking them.

3.  Looking ahead at the day, it looked like I wouldn’t be getting any exercise, and I was going to be in a reclining position on the couch or bed for a good portion of the day. I’m not a good stagnant person.

So...I decided to ride my bike. Popped the pills, put on my helmet and iPod™, and made my way for northeast Portland. It was a nice morning, and I really enjoyed the ride. I REALLY enjoyed the last 1/2 mile or so of the ride, though apparently I was nearly sideways for it. It took me about as long to travel the last 1/2 mile or so as it did the first 5 1/2, though I had no idea of that fact. I locked my bike up at the clinic, and then went for a short walk as I got there too early and the clinic had not yet opened. It was a BEAUTIFUL walk, and I saw lots of flowers and butterflies, and I remember the colors green and blue for some reason. When I got back to the clinic, I checked in with the receptionist, who looked at my helmet, and then looked at me very strangely. Turns out she knew something I didn’t know. They say “valium” because people tend to be more familiar with that term. What I really popped was Diazepam, which might be different, I’m not sure. In any case, I would almost go so far as to say that the hour before the procedure, one that made up for all of my lack of pharmacological experimentation in college, was well worth any discomfort that would follow.  

And I hadn’t yet met the Vicodin that they’d prescribe for me later that day!  Next question?

Christian: Ok. No on the morphine but yes on the Diazepam and Vicodin. Got it. So if it’s not morphine that you get when having surgery what is it that Doctors give you that knocks you out and causes you to wake up so happy that you want to have the whole procedure done again the next day?

Pat:  Well, they don’t GIVE you anything. You take the Diazepam that I told you about, which gets you so sufficiently relaxed and stoned that you really don’t need anything else. I know this will make you cringe, but imagine someone saying to you, “We’re going to pierce your scrotum now with a needle and anesthetize your package”, to which you calmly and almost happily reply, “Okay”. That’s about how it went. I asked if he minded if I listened to my iPod™ as he worked his magic, he said okay, and 30 minutes later or so it was over. Sidenote:  I find the guys at the StuffYouShouldKnow podcast make for a GREAT vasectomy distracter!

There was a short period of a nurse taping parts of my body to other parts of my body (apparently they’re worried about parts of your body escaping), and comments from her about me not getting too excited by all of the physical contact, but I didn’t really get what she was talking about or what was going on. Refer back to the effects of Diazepam for an explanation.

Then you go home. Be sure to stop at the drugstore and pick up your Vicodin, because that stuff is key. I don’t really know what it does, but at the slightest sign of discomfort (gas? sideache?  headache? toothache? right-wing radio call in shows?) pop one and the world becomes a really nice place. In case former addicts read this, please know that I no longer engage in the use of such pharmaceuticals, nor do I recommend addiction to them, but god put them on this planet for a reason, so please respect my religion and let me enjoy my sacrament!

What else do you want to know? When are you getting one? Can I have some of your Vicodin?

Christian: With my luck they would probably accidentally prescribe Viagra instead of Vicodin. Either way you can’t have any.  

Wait, you were conscious during the procedure? No morphine and no unconsciousness? This is just getting worse and worse all the time. Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you can’t have sex immediately afterwards.    

Pat:  I think you can have sex whenever you want afterwards, seconds afterwards even. But I think the medical professionals SUGGEST you wait a few days for the appropriate healing to take place. Relax...healing simply means letting the massive gaping wound come to complete suture. Or maybe they use staples. Not sure.

Interesting for me to learn was that it is advised you use a condom for about two months after the procedure. That seemed odd to me, as I thought that was the precise reason I got the procedure...to avoid such actions. Turns out, logically enough, that there are still some live fellas inside, and you have to get them out of there before going freestyle. It got me thinking...imagine how lonely that would be. To know that you are the last of your kind, and that your entire life and legacy was in the hands (maybe literally) of some being you had no influence over. I think there’s a deep philosophical and ethical discussion to be had there. Perhaps another blog entry.

Christian: Yes, just like Fanta!

I think that’s all the questions I had. I’m kind of disappointed with the whole being conscious situation, but I typically have that complaint about most things. Anything else I should know?

Pat:  Ooh!  I think Fanta would make an excellent blog entry. I have LOTS to say on that topic.  Yeah...looks like we brought non-closure on this one, but talked it through well enough. I think our blaudience will be dying to know whether I convinced you, however. Might I suggest a physician?

Christian: Well, I am married and my wife doesn’t want anymore kids, which means I will eventually have this done whether I want to or not. One way or another. And yes I was planning on having a physician do it. Thanks for the suggestion.