RECOVERY
I HAD A VASECTOMY! I know, I know! TMI! TMI! The guys are now clenched so hard that they could hold an aspirin with their butt-cheeks, and the women are diplomatically trying hard not to smile. Still, it’s something that should be mentioned.
After a few years of marriage, I had produced a couple of offspring and a paltry paycheck, so we decided to stave off poverty, using birth control. ‘The Pill’ was available, but difficult to obtain, and expensive. Using Ontario’s “free” socialized medicine, either the wife or I could get sterilized.
If she has her tubes tied, it’s three or four days of extreme discomfort, and a week to recover….all while I’m taking care of a 4-year-old, and a 1-year-old. If I have the snip, it’s a couple of days of mild discomfort, and I get waited on. The choice wasn’t difficult. Some years later, my brother also decided to have it done. He drove to the hospital on a Saturday morning…. but couldn’t bring himself to go in.
I got the idea for this post from another woman, whose husband was given a Valium at the hospital, to calm him down, and had an interesting reaction. I’ll tell you about him in a couple of weeks, when I write about ‘S for surgery.’ I wanted to tell my tale first, so I titled it ‘Recovery.’ I already have a word picked out for V, so I don’t need either Vasectomy (easy, guys), or Valium.
When she wrote of her husband’s Valium adventures, I made the following comment:
Now I feel cheated. I didn’t get a Valium. They may not have been invented back when I had the procedure. I had it done in the doctor’s office on a Friday morning, before I went to work. I got a local anesthetic injection, and went to the office after. The doctor who actually performed the procedure was another, of three doctors sharing a practice. I wasn’t told why at the time, but found out later that my doctor was a barely-functioning alcoholic. I am so glad that he didn’t get his shaky hands on my delicate crotch.
The shot was just wearing off by the time I left work at 5 PM. Still, I only took 4 of the 8 pain pills Doc gave me, over the weekend. He warned me that I would feel like I got kicked in the groin by a horse. Actually, I didn’t. I looked like a horse had kicked me – bruises in colors not normally found in nature. Her husband was grumpy after the meds wore off. I purposely had mine on a Friday, then I had the entire weekend to be grumpy, and there was that bag of frozen peas that never made it to the table.
In a couple of weeks, I’ll tell you a tale about the dangers of drug use – even if it was just an innocent little Valium, but please come back before then. We have other topics to discuss. 😀
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