Could be worse. Several years ago, I was to go with a friend, author of
the only guidebook on trekking in Tibet, to meet the second most
published photographer of the Himalyas (my friend was 3rd. at the time).
The morning of the day we were to get together, this guy had a
vasectomy. While waiting on the sidewalk for his ride to pick him up, he
must have had a dizzy spell or passed out. He fell, hit his head on the
curb and died! A guy who climbed and travelled in all kinds of places,
some rather dangerous, died of a vasectomy in peaceful Berkeley. Now
Galen Rowell is gone too, but at least he went out in a reasonably
appropriate way for an adventurer.
Now I've been just about past that enough to consider getting one myself
again (I really don't want kids younger than my grandchildren.) and yo
guys have to go and post this stuff. Thanks for the help! ;-)
OM content, none, unless you consider the chants so popular among many
residents of the Himalyas.
Moose
Timpe, Jim wrote:
You left off the best part... Sitting on the sofa later that afternoon,
pillow gently and discretely placed on my lap, when son number one comes
dashing in (he was about two at the time) and jumps into dad's lap. He
appreciated, for the first time in his life, the true meaning of
technicolor, as I turned every shade in the spectrum (even a few outside the
visible one... )
-----Original Message-----
From: AG Schnozz
There was NOTHING funny about my vasectomy! I never realized
that my tonsels were connected directly to that region.
1. Slice open
2. Dig around to find tube
3. Yank said tube about an arms length out of the body
4. Chop tube in two
5. Tie a knot in each one, making sure to pull and tug as much
as possible--not unlike tying a rubber band 6. Stuff back in
inside, being sure to knock the boys around a bit 7. Sew up
the incision with rope and chop sticks 8. Repeat on other side
Oh, and the grand finale? "New Skin". They sprayed "New
Skin" on the region and told me that it would feel a little warm.
WARM? My foot! It felt like somebody was pointing a
blowtorch at my crotch!
Then my wife drove me home in a very hard-riding jeep over
every pothole in town. She was really enjoying this moment.
I'm happy for her.
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