Today has been interesting…

had the feeling of my guts getting fucked with, my balls being man handled and twisted around, and oh yeah… got cut, snipped, sliced, the bullets taken out of the gun… Yes ladies and gentlemen, I got a vasectomy…

now begins the sitting in bed, bag of peas in my lap, movie watching, tumblr lurking, can’t get aroused cause it will hurt something gawd damned awful road to recovery… they said no heavy lifting, physical exertion, nothing major… for a week.  FUUUUUUUCCKKKKKK, no sex for a week… no acrobatic shit, no wild jack hammer action, nothing for a week… but they didn’t say shit about oral :-)  At least with oral I can wait a day or two for that…

So, I became one of the many responsible men out there, removed myself voluntarily from the breeding pool for humanity, happy with my 1 child and no more.

Why discuss this?? well… here’s my bitch about it… had the procedure done at a VA Hospital… yeah.  To say the least, my after care and dealing with the docs are not anything to write home about in any sort of positive light.  Was told at the start of the appointment I would get antibiotics and some pain meds (and let me tell you… you need the pain meds.  I metabolize rapidly and my balls are aching already)… I had to just about pitch a fit just to get the pain meds and the doc stated that the procedure is not invasive enough to warrant prescribing antibiotics.  I politely informed the lady at the desk that since he felt I did not need the antibiotics, I would need to know who I need to sue in the event I contract an infection and have to seek further medical assistance because he felt a little PREVENTATIVE MEDICAL PRESCRIPTIVE CARE wasn’t warranted.  So.. to the doc who helped to take me out of the breeding party… if I contract a staph infection because of your judgement call… your day is not gonna be good.