Don’t forget, this is part 2 about my vasectomy.  Read part 1 here.

I took all of yesterday off (yep, I’m writing this before I’m totally healed).  After I took my oldest to school, I did a little shopping.  From my discussions with some of the other guys I know who’ve had it done, I knew that briefs and a jock strap were what I needed.  I also bought some comfort food, not because I should have, but because I wanted to.

I tweeted:  ”Shopping done in prep for the surgery. Need to pick up my prescription. Then head to the doctor at 2:00. A little nervous. #vasectomy“

I came home and did some house work while watching Ellie, since my wife was at a Lifegroup Christmas Party.  I knew that I had a prescription for 1 Lortab and 1 Valium to pick up.  My wife got home and we stopped off at the pharmacy where I got the medicine.  Here’s what I tweeted: “Just took the vallium and loritab. Less than an hour until the surgery. #vasectomy“. I was on my way.  We stopped off at Rally’s for lunch and I wrote about my nervousness some more.

Finishing my “last meal” (thanks for that Christina) . #vasectomy

My wife told me that there was no way that was my last meal unless the doctor got mad and tried to kill me.  That was true, but when you’re nervous, all sorts of things pop into your head.

I walked into the clinic, checked in and wrote this on my way up the elevator: “It’s odd to get a surgery when you’re perfectly healthy. Waiting now. #vasectomy“. Then I wrote, “Feeling a little cloudy thx to the meds. #vasectomy” and “Btw, I’m tweeting this b/c guys mostly only do this once. I want to share and give courage. #vasectomy“.  That was true.  Then as I waited to be called back to the operating room I checked my Facebook page.  One of my friends wrote Matthew 19:12 on my Facebook wall.  That reads: ¹²“For there are eunuchs who were born that way from their mother’s womb; and there are eunuchs who were made eunuchs by men; and there are also eunuchs who made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. He who is able to accept this, let him accept it.”

I tweeted back: “Funny. Someone just quoted Matt 19:12 on my facebook. I don’t think this makes me a eunech. It is for the sake of the kingdom. #vasectomy“.  This caused some discussion as to what I’d meant.  I was thinking that it was selfless to volunteer for an operation for the good of your marriage and because you felt like God told you to.

They called my name and I walked back slowly to the room where the procedure was to take place.  I tweeted this: “Now this looks scary. http://pic.im/fAl #vasectomy“.  It was then that the nurse came in to prep me for the procedure.  I couldn’t really write much, so I sat there naked from the waist down with sheets and blankets wrapped around my legs and iodine on my private parts.

The doctor came in and did the procedure.  The pain was A LOT less than I thought.  Later I would tweet, “The shot wasn’t bad at all. Like a needle at the dentist. I’d rather get that shot than get my finger tip pricked.#vasectomy” once he finished and I got dressed, I wrote, “Done. Worst part. Feet fell asleep in the sirrups.#vasectomy“.  I meant stirrups, but I’d just had some intimate stuff done to me.  I was really surprised how good I felt.

As I waited for my wife, I felt like I should tell a little joke, “I’m wearing my “Tech Support: Contents under pressure” t-shirt. I think it’s appropriate. #vasectomy“.  One friend wanted one of the shirts.

We left and headed out to get my prescriptions.  I really felt fine, but wanted to have the meds before I needed them.

Since it took so long, one of my friends got a little concerned that I hadn’t updated in a while.  I had to write, “Nothing to report. Pain killers still working.#vasectomy“.  I dropped off my prescriptions and headed home.  After some pizza, I enjoyed some time with the family and then wrote, “At home on my easy chair, with an ice pack. This isn’t too bad yet. #vasectomy” and then, “So far, this has been a good day. The surgery wasn’t as bad as I thought. Tomorrow and Sunday are supposed to be worse though. #vasectomy“.  The stories I’d heard about guys thinking it was no big deal and overdoing it, seemed more likely.  I just stayed on my chair, icing down with frozen peas.  My day ended without incident, “Bed time. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.#vasectomy“.

What I’d heard about the next day was somewhat true.  You can read about that tomorrow.

Paul