Oh, yeah, that reminds me…the first few times I got back in the saddle, the immense pleasure of the big O was quickly followed by some pain, because your scrotum tightens at the moment of truth. Just one more lovely aspect to look forward to. 
And good god, Shodan, your wife’s a cruel one! I’m sure that’s a good thing, sometimes, but :eek: !
I thought it was really neat that I didn’t need to use birth control.
The hell’s the matter with me? No one else reports little pain or discomfort. Perhaps my tackle is too little to feel any pain? 
If I’ve posted it once, I’ve posted it a thousand times in threads like these. I could have done mine myself - quicker and with tons less pain- had I been given two bricks.
Just a local (and nowhere near enough of it), a Dr. who insisted on giving me a running commentary, and an allergic reaction to something or just plain old sensory overload that had me fainting in the bathroom and hitting my head. It was, without a doubt, the worst medical procedure I’ve every endured (and I’ve had a hypodermic needle stuck in my eye while I was awake).
I’m shaking just thinking about it.
I had an odd cross between Groucho Marx/John Cleese in charge of the operation (incisionless if you must know) and his whacky assistant. After a quantity of jocularity which may have put me at ease were I facing heart surgury, but not this time, he commands his assistant to “pay close heed my young apprentice, you’re doing the next one!” I had dearly hoped that by “Next one” he’d meant the guy in the waiting room. As it turned out, he meant the left side. Needle stick, poke, tug, snip, whiff of smoke, “Presto!” the right side was done in something ridiculous like 3 minutes. “Now you give it a try!”
Neeeeeeeeeedleeee stiiiiiiiiick, STAB!, root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root…“Hm…” root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root-root “AH! Got it!” tuuuuuugggg, half snip “Oops.” Other half snip, sizzle-sizzle-sizzle. 20 minutes.
Yeah, didn’t have the peas ready at home either and I didn’t drink at the time. T’was a bad week.
Sheesh, there’s nothing wrong with those peas! They’re still in the bag, they’re fine.
There seems to be a lot of men here who’ve been snipped. So guys, how you doin’? 
This might be what he needs - a bunch of guys saying, “Hell, yeah, get general anesthetic if you can. It doesn’t make you less of a man.” Everyone is always telling him it’s the easiest thing in the world, takes two seconds and it’s done, and I think that makes him feel worse that it’s a big deal to him.
When my husband had it done, it was the non-surgical kind, and it was really no big deal for him. He didn’t get a lot of post-op pain, and had it done on Friday afternoon and was fine for work on Monday. I think he used the frozen peas a bit the first night, along with some painkillers, then didn’t need it. He didn’t get a lot of swelling or residual pain.
Compared to having my tubes tied, it was like a sneeze as opposed to the flu.
Of course, it’s natural for a man to be concerned about the primary indicators of maleness, but my husband would highly recommend the procedure.
I wanted to watch, but they wouldn’t let me. 
What’s the deal, Savannah. You don’t delight in freaking the crap out of all the unsnipped males reading this thread?
Canned peas, on the other hand, don’t work worth a damn. Must be the wrong brand.
As Ed Norton used to say, here’s a couple of “pernters” based upon my own experience:
DO NOT wash your valium down with a pint of cinnamon schnapps. The pills will kick in eventually on their own. While you may begin to fell invincibilty to the point that you seriously think that you can stop bullets, your judgement will still be somewhat impaired (see below).
DO NOT use an electric razor on your scrotum after your wife performs the ritual pre-surgery shaving of the scrotal area. Yes, I know the Doctor said he’d shave you completely if you did a bad job, but that’s still no reason to fire up the Remington and end up with a nut sack that has the general appearence and texture of ground sirloin.
DO NOT believe anyone who says the following, before your procedure:
“I played golf the next day.”
“I didn’t feel a thing.”
“I didn’t even have any swelling.”
“Mine only took 10 minutes.”
Anyone uttering the above phrases is more full of sh*t than a constipated circus elephant.
Trust me.
Oh, heck yeah, the feeling of freedom of letting it fly without a second thought is great!
Pain and discomfort are relative to individuals’ threshholds and quality of the Drs. work, etc. I didn’t feel any pain unless I made a wrong move or something. I certainly didn’t feel like doing the splits or riding a horse, but I could pretty much go about living life with little discomfort. But definitely, if I stepped off the curb wrong or something, there would be an “ay yi yi” moment…
BTW, my late father was on the State Board of Health in Arkansas for a number of years (90s), and he, as a public service, would go to free clinics around the state doing vasectomies. He was kind of a Dr. Kevorkian for gonads. I think he probably did at least a couple of thousand vasectomies for free.
You are correct, Sir.
I do not know how to play golf.
According to Ivylad, the Understatement of the Century was the doctor telling him, “You may feel a slight tugging sensation.”
He said it felt like a mule kicked him. He felt it up in his armpit.
Could be worse, though…after their third child, my step-BIL had a vascectomy. Problem was, they could only find one of the two things they were supposed to snip.
He went back after child #4 and made sure they did it right.
That’s okay. Neither do most of the people on the links on any given day…
Peas porridge hot
Peas porridge cold…
o/ All we are saaaaaaying is give peas a chaaaaance... o/
That anesthesia can really knock you around and give you strange dreams. Be lucky you didn’t dream you woke up in the middle of Mass with a priest frowning at you while you desperately try to cover yourself with a COSTCO size pack of frozen peas.
And the choir sings “Let there be Peas on Earth…and let it begin with He…!” :eek: 
heh. heh. “Come on in the water’s fine!”
She can be, yes, but -
TMI alert -
[spoiler]It was about that time that we came to realize that flirtation without the possibility of consummation has its attractions as well. She still does it, sometimes. We were chaperoning an event for our daughter where we were stuck there with a bunch of teenagers on a Friday night, and no chance of going home much before midnight, and she made a point of slipping a tiny bit of tongue into what was expected to be a passing kiss, placing her hand a little too high on my leg as she was sitting next to me, and other actions designed to incite. Never admitting it, just teasing.
Damn, I love that woman.[/spoiler]
Regards,
Shodan
it just occured to me that I am still potent. For now. It’s like the end of one oftjose war movies when the Herod are low on ammo.
“How much you got left?”
“Just this last clip in the gun!”
“Well, make 'em count, then!”
I feel akins of sense ofimport or responsibility, knowing that I’m shooting the last rounds of live ammo that I ever will.
Hmm.
I suppose that if any of you ladies out there were ever considering carrying a spawn of Scylla, this is your last chance.
Perhaps I shan’t hold my breath waiting for the offers to roll in.
(posted from my iPhone)