Well, I'm getting snipped on November 21.
I plan on stocking up on beer and being drunk for 2 days after.
Any thoughts?
I'll keep you posted. (Probably with no pictures.)
-istp
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Hi folks!
Well, I'm getting snipped on November 21.
I plan on stocking up on beer and being drunk for 2 days after.
Any thoughts?
I'll keep you posted. (Probably with no pictures.)
-istp
Well, I'm getting snipped on November 21.
I plan on stocking up on beer and being drunk for 2 days after.
Any thoughts?
I'll keep you posted. (Probably with no pictures.)
-istp
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Well istp, good luck buddy.
What's the deal, made enough of contribution to Sudburys population that you need to shut 'er down?
I can't think the amount of booze that would have to be in me to go through with that.
Well here's a start....
What's the deal, made enough of contribution to Sudburys population that you need to shut 'er down?
I can't think the amount of booze that would have to be in me to go through with that.
Well here's a start....
It's better to break ground and head into the wind than to break wind and head into the ground.
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Have a couple of bags of frozen peas in the freezer ready to go. You'll know why when the time comes.istp wrote:Hi folks!
Well, I'm getting snipped on November 21.
I plan on stocking up on beer and being drunk for 2 days after.
Any thoughts?
I'll keep you posted. (Probably with no pictures.)
-istp
Wahunga!
feeling!
Oh...I thought you were getting married! my bad.istp wrote:Not married, don't wanna get married. Don't wanna have kids.
-istp
No issue then bro! I snipped myself this past weekend over a druken "stooopor" with my posse!
Just kidding! Good luck! Make sure they don't take your Kiwi's!
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One big bag of green giant crotch peas please! 
Worked a treat for me and I even had enough left over for a few meals.
Most traumatic thing was that the doc is an eccentric old hungarian named Vladimir Kurganski. Mrs Moose still insists on referring to him as "Vlad the impaler......". His 85 year old nurse was very friendly (no chance of unexpected arousal) and he did play some nice calming Bach while doing the deed.
What's good enough for the dog was good enough for me!
Worked a treat for me and I even had enough left over for a few meals.Most traumatic thing was that the doc is an eccentric old hungarian named Vladimir Kurganski. Mrs Moose still insists on referring to him as "Vlad the impaler......". His 85 year old nurse was very friendly (no chance of unexpected arousal) and he did play some nice calming Bach while doing the deed.
What's good enough for the dog was good enough for me!
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I had mine in the hospital, general anesthetic back then and I knew the surgeon pretty well. The gas passer said "Count backwards from 100." I was back to about 85 when the doc says "Jesus Christ Sid, ain't you asleep yet?" I told him "Shit, I've been drunker than this." After it was all over, he came out to the recovery room and bummed a cigarette. Can you imagine, you were allowed to smoke in the hospital back then.
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OK, I've stocked up on beer so far, and made my balls look like hazatude's head.
No frozen peas, but I have some bags of frozen corn in the fridge. That should do.
I can't eat or drink anything after midnight tonight. Gotta be at the hospital for 11:30 to be snipped at 2:30.
I'm a little stressed- not because of the decision, but because I'll miss a couple of classes and my paycheque will be a little smaller next week. The ambiguity of how much pain will be involved is a little stressful too.
That's kinda why I'm keeping ya updated, so if you want to do it, you'll be more informed.
Wiener CRM if you will.
-istp
No frozen peas, but I have some bags of frozen corn in the fridge. That should do.
I can't eat or drink anything after midnight tonight. Gotta be at the hospital for 11:30 to be snipped at 2:30.
I'm a little stressed- not because of the decision, but because I'll miss a couple of classes and my paycheque will be a little smaller next week. The ambiguity of how much pain will be involved is a little stressful too.
That's kinda why I'm keeping ya updated, so if you want to do it, you'll be more informed.
Wiener CRM if you will.
-istp
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OK, it's done.
There was a lot of waiting around at the hospital, but the nurses and doctors did a fine job.
I waited about 4 hours before the procedure. There was some questioning of allergies, medications, when did you eat last, etc. etc. I read a Flying magazine that I brought with me and some old Time and Us magazines- oh, and a National Inquirer that was coughed on for about 3 months. (This was all wearing no underwear and only a smock and housecoat. I felt like saying " How YOU doin'?" to all of the nurses.::smt047 )
Then I went in to get snipped. The anaesthetist was there and he shot me up an IV with some good shit that gave me an instant 2 beer buzz. When he asked me how I was doing, I replied, "Oh, I have about a 2 beer buzz."
Then my speech slurred a bit and I went up to about a 18 beer buzz as the doctor slit the front of my scrotum just below the whang. I couldn't talk well anymore and it felt like I had a bad case of blue balls for about a minute. Hard to tell. With the junk in my veins time definitely distorted.
I went back down to the 2 beer buzz feeling and they said I was done. A chesty, nice fat and old nurse wheeled me on the table down to recovery room where a few nurses wanted to "check my bandage" (I have a band-aid on my bag now.) One of them nurses was SMOKIN' hot! She got a look at my thang too.
At this time, I would like to thank Mike Harris for making so many old nurses retire 5 years ago. The current crop he created is pretty nice.
So a little time passed- absolutely no pain still and I went to another room got some apple juice and cookies, put on my clothes and walked down to call a cab.
The cabbie picked me up and when I said my address, he replied, "OH! I know exactly where that building is. I'll never forget that place!"
Later conversation revealed that he had driven my former neighbour- a raging alcoholic broad with a nice rack- home one night with her homeless friend and received carnal relations in exchange for cab fare one night 2 years ago.
She never gave me anything, well I didn't want it- what with her psycho boyfriend and all. She did however give me a plant named "Snow White" which I still have.
As soon as I entered my apartment, I got a call from a friend of mine here in Sudbury- a former Soo College classmate. We talked on the phone over beers for about an hour, then I had to take a piss. There was blood on my bag- which disturbed me a bit, so I hung up on him, and called the booze delivery service to bring me whisky.
It's on its way as we speak.
I'll fill the prescription for Tylenol 3's and antibiotics tomorrow.
With about 6 beers in me now, I'm feeling fine.
Will keep you updated.
Oh yeah, a nurse handed me an advice sheet from my doctor telling me not to spank the monkey for a week too.
-istp
There was a lot of waiting around at the hospital, but the nurses and doctors did a fine job.
I waited about 4 hours before the procedure. There was some questioning of allergies, medications, when did you eat last, etc. etc. I read a Flying magazine that I brought with me and some old Time and Us magazines- oh, and a National Inquirer that was coughed on for about 3 months. (This was all wearing no underwear and only a smock and housecoat. I felt like saying " How YOU doin'?" to all of the nurses.::smt047 )
Then I went in to get snipped. The anaesthetist was there and he shot me up an IV with some good shit that gave me an instant 2 beer buzz. When he asked me how I was doing, I replied, "Oh, I have about a 2 beer buzz."
Then my speech slurred a bit and I went up to about a 18 beer buzz as the doctor slit the front of my scrotum just below the whang. I couldn't talk well anymore and it felt like I had a bad case of blue balls for about a minute. Hard to tell. With the junk in my veins time definitely distorted.
I went back down to the 2 beer buzz feeling and they said I was done. A chesty, nice fat and old nurse wheeled me on the table down to recovery room where a few nurses wanted to "check my bandage" (I have a band-aid on my bag now.) One of them nurses was SMOKIN' hot! She got a look at my thang too.
At this time, I would like to thank Mike Harris for making so many old nurses retire 5 years ago. The current crop he created is pretty nice.
So a little time passed- absolutely no pain still and I went to another room got some apple juice and cookies, put on my clothes and walked down to call a cab.
The cabbie picked me up and when I said my address, he replied, "OH! I know exactly where that building is. I'll never forget that place!"
Later conversation revealed that he had driven my former neighbour- a raging alcoholic broad with a nice rack- home one night with her homeless friend and received carnal relations in exchange for cab fare one night 2 years ago.
She never gave me anything, well I didn't want it- what with her psycho boyfriend and all. She did however give me a plant named "Snow White" which I still have.
As soon as I entered my apartment, I got a call from a friend of mine here in Sudbury- a former Soo College classmate. We talked on the phone over beers for about an hour, then I had to take a piss. There was blood on my bag- which disturbed me a bit, so I hung up on him, and called the booze delivery service to bring me whisky.
It's on its way as we speak.
I'll fill the prescription for Tylenol 3's and antibiotics tomorrow.
With about 6 beers in me now, I'm feeling fine.
Will keep you updated.
Oh yeah, a nurse handed me an advice sheet from my doctor telling me not to spank the monkey for a week too.
-istp
Oooo you should get the T3s right away.... you'll only need 'em for a day, but boy, you do need 'em!
Soon as that anaesthetic is gone, you'll be sitting on the peas cause your bits are going to swell up like your head on your first solo.
I think I need a drink just thinking about it............
Soon as that anaesthetic is gone, you'll be sitting on the peas cause your bits are going to swell up like your head on your first solo.
I think I need a drink just thinking about it............
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