Inspired by Skorp1o, I finally decided to stop wimping out & finally get a vasectomy.
The op itself - well, you can't feel the incision - but the rest of it is a bit like being kicked in the balls for 30 minutes.
Anyway -Bangkok Hospital - always a favorite for me. It's private, so $800 there vs $100 in some shitty clinic in Sukhumvit Soi 12 with some guy with a cigarette in his mouth and a house brick in each hand.
For some reason - between the theater, the recovery room with the ice pack on my swollen nuts, back to the "ship 'em out" room - the fuckers forgot to put a dressing on it.
So after the op - I went for a haircut , then for Sunday lunch with a friend, then to Brew on Thong Lor for a couple of beers, then to pick up my son from the ex's & to a German place to feed the kids & more beer.
And then home.
To the shower.
It's a tropical country.
And your nuts sweat.
To my horror - no dressing on my scrote and the wound full of cotton fluff from my underwear.
So there's me, sitting on the pan - with the wound open and a pair of tweezers picking out the fluff.
Thanks Bangkok Hospital. Nice work.