Vasectomy as a remedy against divorce (and 2)
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 the eggs (not exactly, down there), and the hands of someone (the surgeon, nurse, nun, the air conditioning repairman?) The sobaban me. They told me if I had doubts that just touching thus had the effect of anesthesia faster.
It is possible, but in general if you knead the eggs with honey and you are normally constituted, 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 a surgeon (or nun) sought the cord coming out of 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 tugging at one point. That echoed by the other side, or five minutes. For that you see the silliness that is, the computer graphics include:
I asked if I had dizzy, and as it was not, I was asked to rise from the couch and walk around. I did, decided it was not 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, that passes 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 was pregnant then, you always have to 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 did go, the nurse gave me a potecito sent me to a room next to the consultation, and asked me (I remember well) that "I'm relieved" at the potecito, if you wanted a magazine, she gave me. Indicate when was. Of course, cooling a little encouraged that the doctor 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 clueless sperm swimming in the stream.
And changes to something? the truth is not physically (perhaps a little less of ejaculate, but no one walks with precision scales), perhaps a bit psychologically, because after I fell in love, being married to both. And we separated from our spouses 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
