Sure, correct me if I’m wrong about the numbers, but none the less, It’s me. Yep it looks like them little tubes spontainiously rejoined. I’m still fertile.
One month after the operation, I gave a sample and the doctor found several inactive sperm. He asked me to come back in a month. That was today. Now he found lots of the little guys swimming around. “Very active” he said.
On the plus side, I got to use “I have to go make a seamen sample” as an excuse to miss work TWO TIMES!
That’s all for the plus side. I could hardly walk for over a month and for what? Looks like for nothing.
Yeah, guess I’m not getting out of the gene pool that easy.
After I found out, I thought maybe I was good at going against great odds and maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.
Instead I just bought a soda that promised that I might win a new Dodge truck.
The cap said “SORRY TRY AGAIN”
Story of my life.
I have a friend who’s hubby had to go through the procedure three, count them, three times. He considers himself quite the stud. Of course, his wife felt it was a fair exchange for the three children she gave birth to.
Got me an appointment for July 8th at 1:30 (EST (or EDST or whatever)) to drop my shorts and let Doc have at it and then discuss options. I don’t know WTF I’m going to do. A few beers for now though.
God, I’m so glad I’ll never have to go through that, being gay and all. Anyway, I have it on good evidence that my boys don’t swim anyway (long story).
I’m just glad I won’t ever have to have my legs up in stirrups while some doc snips away at my balls.
Besides, there’s a good chance I’ll be asked to be a sperm donor for a close lesbian couple of mine. I haven’t decided how I feel about that - having a child that’s mine, but not being raised by me. It would be kind of weird… If it comes to pass, I hope I’d be able to see the child, and make sure he or she knows that even though he or she has two mothers, that he or she still has a father.
Probably the closest thing I’ll have to biological children…
They put me out. I don’t rember a thing.
However, I never did pay my copay and I wonder if maybe that dosn’t have anything to do with the final result.
More drugs just made it worse. I walk and walk and walk at work. Sometimes I think I’m paid by the mile. I took pain killers when I should have been laying down w/ my legs elevated. About two weeks after I felt mostly better, I helped to lift a very heavy thing and I felt a “PING” and it was OUCH for two more weeks. I still am not quite right down there and have had to give up boxer shorts all together. It’s all boxer-briefs now. I need all the support I can get. Why all this trouble should amount to a failed vasectomy however, I have no Idea.
Apparently so!