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Well yesterday I had been on the table, as usual with the medical team prepared.

I put a curtain that prevented me from seeing what they were digging down there, I was told I would feel some stinging, but it's all going to feel. And indeed, I felt a stinging in eggs (not exactly, down there), and the hands of someone (the surgeon, nurse, nun, the air conditioner repairman?) That the sobaban me. They told me if I had doubts that so much touching the anesthetic effect had faster.

It is possible, but in general if you knead the eggs with honey and you are usually established, the results are often apparent. Luckily, when I was beginning to worry me, because I felt some tension in the ingenious mechanism, the anesthesia took effect, and it stayed with wooden eggs, like those worn by grandmothers to darn socks.

If you felt like the surgeon (or nun) sought the cord coming from the testicle and pinched before cutting the skin where it was caught, spread a smell of burning flesh, I guess the scalpel, a click of the scissors or tweezers when they cut, sew and flip to a point. That repeated on the other hand, five minutes. So you can see the foolishness that is included is computer graphics:

I asked if I had dizzy, and as it was not, I was asked to lift the stretcher and walk around. I did, decided that it was necessary to continue lying, if I was okay wait half an hour, you saw me and I could go. And I did.

And three days without washing and without sex, without getting tired and YaST. And after 30 days, or 30 (I remember) ejaculations line through the consultation to see if it had worked.

And I did, the next day had a family party and went without any problems (btw, my mom told me that these things do not explain, what face would I make if my wife became pregnant after, you should always listen to mothers!), with the eggs a little swollen, though. And I left a couple of hours up and decided that enough was enough. But that was it.

After 20 days (ole there, but we were young!) Was again calling hours.

I posed the nurse gave me a potecito sent me into an adjoining room to the consultation, and asked me (I remember well) that "I'm relieved" at the potecito that if I wanted a magazine, she gave me. Indicate when was. Of course, cooling a little encouraged that the physician and nurse are on the other side of the door waiting for "relief" but enfin, in a moment the sample was in the pot. I gave it to the nurse, who take it very serious, almost with reverence, he gave the doctor to look through a microscope and told me a couple of minutes and was, there was no sperm swimming in the current confused.

And changes anything? the truth is not physically (perhaps a little less gushing, but no one walks with precision scales), maybe a little psychologically, because after I fell in love, being married to both. And we separate ourselves from our partners because she wanted to have children, and me would not be possible.

So the vasectomy was a remedy against divorce

At least in our case