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I had it done, under local. It was the most painful experience I've ever had, particularly when the anaesthetist put a needle into my right gonad. Not just the skin, but right in. Then he did the other one a bit later. It still makes me wince now, and it was over 4 years ago.
It started off badly. I was hoping a nice looking nurse would offer to shave the relevant area, but they just gave me a disposable razor and sent me into a room to do it myself. No cream or gel or anything. That was one careful shave.
Once I was in theatre, they thoughtfully put up a “screen” between two drip-stands, to prevent me witnessing what was going on. Unfortunately, there was a strategically placed metal strip on the ceiling, in which was reflected the proceedings “down south”. I only caught a glimpse, mind you, but it was enough to put me off freshly plucked chicken for life. I’m sure this particular metal strip was more highly polished than the others on the ceiling. The words “sadistic bastards” spring to mind.
I must have had supersperm or something, because it took two whole years before they gave me the all clear. At least I had an excuse to do what I've been doing for years.
I hope that helps.
OMG i'm getting some strange looks in the office at the moment as I read your post in hysterics.....
I had it done, under local. It was the most painful experience I've ever had, particularly when the anaesthetist put a needle into my right gonad. Not just the skin, but right in. Then he did the other one a bit later. It still makes me wince now, and it was over 4 years ago.
It started off badly. I was hoping a nice looking nurse would offer to shave the relevant area, but they just gave me a disposable razor and sent me into a room to do it myself. No cream or gel or anything. That was one careful shave.
Once I was in theatre, they thoughtfully put up a “screen” between two drip-stands, to prevent me witnessing what was going on. Unfortunately, there was a strategically placed metal strip on the ceiling, in which was reflected the proceedings “down south”. I only caught a glimpse, mind you, but it was enough to put me off freshly plucked chicken for life. I’m sure this particular metal strip was more highly polished than the others on the ceiling. The words “sadistic bastards” spring to mind.
I must have had supersperm or something, because it took two whole years before they gave me the all clear. At least I had an excuse to do what I've been doing for years.
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