at a pharmacy for hours the day before, when I realised that my “prescription” was no such thing, just a letter advising my doctor that she might like to prescribe it), I arrived on the day of the procedure. I disrobed, lay on the couch and was given a rather redundant handkerchief to protect my dignity. It took all of two minutes for the doctor to conclude that the best result he could hope to achieve would be half a job, and then have to refer me for the other half under general anaesthetic. 10mg of Valium was obviously not enough to calm my over-sensitive testicles. I was sent home, where I promptly fell asleep for the afternoon. I’m currently awaiting a letter from a hospital, where I will have the procedure under general anaesthetic. One year into my vasectomy journey and while I have little to show for it, I am edging ever closer to sterility.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Stephen Clarke is dad to three "lively" boys (according to their Grandpa) aged 5, 2 and 1. There will be no more.