NEED ADVICE ABOUT VASECTOMY's

[Kurdawg]

Wife and I decided we don't want another kiddo, she is looking into getting something done but I've heard and her Dr told her yesterday it's easier and cheaper for me to get a vasectomy. Anyone on here have one? What are your experiences with them?

[BETTERLUCKYTHANGOOD]

Been there, no biggie, built a deck the next day.

[Fishndude]

Yep. Pain free as long as you do what they tell you.

Most bizarre part of mine was my Dr. was a guy I went to high school with and knew well. Awkward!!!

[docmay]

It is cheaper for you to have one and all the equipment is on the outside. That being said, if her insurance covers it she could do an essure tubal ligation. That is coils go in the tube via a camera inserted through the cervix. I am doing two of those in the office today and there is essentially no recovery. I know lots of guys who have had vasectomies but not myself. Most go fine just sore for a few days. If you have it done see a good urologist is my best advice.

[1369]

Been there, no biggie, built a deck the next day.

You got robbed.

Had mine done on a Friday, laid up either on the couch or in the bed and watched a metric arseload of college and pro football while the bride brought me cold adult beverages to go along with the ice packs.

Now, heading to work the following Monday to build a new preheat tower while I was "feathering back out" was, interesting.

[Legdog]

It's awkward.

It's uncomfortable.

Cauterization of your own flesh smells bad.

It's worth it.

I got through it by talking non stop about adventures west while the doc listened and did his job.

[texan16]

Had it done 15 years ago after we had our 2nd child. Nothing to it. Laid in bed for a day or two with ice packs and cold beer and watched ball games on TV. Definitely worth it.

[J-Bob]

I've posted this in the past and there is one worse that I have seen posted on here, but here it is again.

For all you guys whose wives are putting pressure on you to have the surgery, please feel free to share my tale of woe with them and try to at least negotiate some extra hunting and fishing days for your trouble. This happened 3 years ago and all I heard from everyone who had gone under the knife before I had the surgery were things like "its easy", "no big deal" or "I was out riding a horse the next day". As you will see below, that was not my experience. I kept a little journal of how it went.

Journal of Pain

After a year-long negotiation with my wife that involved me getting a truck, cash and future time fishing, I finally had the surgery. Here is my story…

Day of Surgery: I bought my jock strap and ice packs the day before. I throw on my sweat pants and it is off to the doctor. Since they put me under general anesthesia (I HIGHLY recommend this) for the procedure, my wife is with me to drive me home. In the waiting room while I read about how great Mark Ingram is in Sports Illustrated, I feel a general sense of foreboding and feel myself start to “turtle-up” as I try not to think about what is about to happen.

Probably the weirdest part of the whole thing was when I was talking to the Resident Doctor who was prepping me for surgery about Miami football (where he went to school) while he was shaving and rubbing iodine on my sack. On later reflection I think this part should have been a lot more uncomfortable for me than it was. I think I may have been in shock at this point though. Head Doctor comes in. They hit the meds. I am out cold. I wake up and the wife comes in to help me into the jock. We get home and ice it down. Ice is my best friend for the next two days. It is by far the best way to fight the pain. I stay on my back the rest of the day reading and watching “Talladega Nights” on the DVD player.

Day 2: I wake up at 3:45 a.m. from a very pleasant dream in MASSIVE pain. Well that answers one question. I guess the mechanical part of the equipment still works. Hopefully the plumbing will work too. I stay awake for two hours terrified of going back to sleep and slipping back into a dream that brings back the pain. I try to think unsexy thoughts. Still on my back all day. Keeping the ice on it. It feels like a truck ran over my balls. I have a weird pain in the left side of stomach every time I need to go to the bathroom. I change out the bloody gauze.

Day 3: I get up and rejoin the living. I take my first shower in two days. I kind of miss the movies, but take it very easy all day. Still ice, ice baby. I’m feeling much better than the day before, kind of like I had sex with a brick wall for about 5 hours. But I can move around and the super pain meds are working.

Day 4 – 5: I feel pretty good. Just a dull ache now with the pain meds. Still wondering how guys go to work at this point because there is no way I could.

Day 6: Something is very wrong. My right side feels fine, but my left nut is swollen to the size of an orange. I am in a LOT of pain. I call the Dr. I call again. I call again. I get through and they have me come in. Turns out I had a small “complication” with the recovery. They give me more meds and I go home and hit the ice again. Ice, then hot bath. Over and over.

Days 7 – 13: The swelling on the left side slowly goes down as I keep up the hot baths and take the meds. Plumbing works. Still wear the jock every day.

Day 14: I’m feeling normal again. Left nut swelling and pain are finally down. Finishing out the medication. Still wearing the jock. I return to work and greet some of the guys with a very high-pitched voice, just to be funny. They laugh.

Days 15 – 36: Feeling good. Balls seem bigger than I remember before the surgery but I can live with that. Still have the battle scars, but everything is working. Shoot my first deer, a nice 10 point.

Day 37: Wake up in Florida at 4 am for an early flight back to Houston and I am in some pain. I think it is probably the tuna I had the night before and hope it will pass. I spend 2.5 hours on a cramped little plane. When I get off I am in a lot of pain and cannot stand up straight because of the pain in my stomach. It feels like there is a brick in there. I walk, hunched over to the car and head to work. I talk to my wife who suggests I head home if I cannot walk, but I soldier on.

At work, I make it to lunch. The pain is getting worse. I stagger over to the elevators and 3 different people ask if I hurt my back because I am hunched over and moving at a snail’s pace. I make it downstairs and almost pass out in the salad line. I call up and let them know I’m heading home to take it easy. I curl up in the fetal position the rest of the day.

Day 38: I wake up and feel a lot better. I know I should probably go to the doctor but have a big meeting at work I don’t want to miss, so I head in. I’m in some discomfort all day but now it seems to be emanating from my old nemesis from Days 6-13, “Lefty”. I check things out and it turns out that Lefty doesn’t look right. I ignore this hoping things will improve.

During the meeting with an important customer, I’m pretty sure I am confusing him. I sound semi-professional, but my body language is very strange. I keep opening up my legs wider and wider to relieve the pressure. I am very uncomfortable, and he seems to be uncomfortable with me trying to talk business while I am basically doing the splits. Other than my provocative non-verbal communication, the meeting goes fine. I go to bed with a bad feeling. The swelling/redness/pain seems to be increasing


Day 39: My wife wakes me up around 4:00 am and takes my temp. 101.6. She says I was kicking off a ton of heat and it woke her up. I take some Tylenol and go back to sleep. I wake up on this Saturday 3 hours after my usual wake-up time and feel terrible. My left nut is red and swollen up like a lemon. I call the doctor who says to go to the ER.

There is one right across the street so I walk over. When the ER doc sees my balls, he gasps. I take this as not a good sign since I would assume ER doctors see a lot of strange things. He tells me to not stop anywhere but head down to their main hospital’s ER in the medical center. When I enter, they are waiting for me. They do an ultrasound of my sack to make sure there is nothing structurally wrong. The ultrasound was just like the one they did when my wife was pregnant, except they wouldn’t let me see the screen. I thought I heard two heartbeats, but I can’t be sure.

Fortunately, there is nothing structurally wrong. The nurse taking the ultrasound after seeing my condition asks if I need a wheelchair, even though she saw me stagger in under my own power. My left nut is ridiculously large at this point. They diagnose a massive infection (again) in my left nut and order antibiotics. They tell me that I am going to get a shot of antibiotics before I go too.

They take me back to some hidden waiting room to wait for my shot. I hate shots. But since I get to watch some of the Duke/Georgetown basketball game in the waiting room, I’m pretty cool with this trade-off. The nurse comes in and tells me, “Now I’m not going to lie. This shot is going to hurt like Hell!” It is after this point that I get the BEST news I have heard all day. That news: the shot will be in my butt, not my nut. I’m ecstatic! It doesn’t hurt that bad.

I go home and take it easy. I reflect on the fact that every emergency room professional that saw my sack could not hide their horror. Also, I think I answered the question: “Have you engaged in any risky sexual activity recently?” about 100 times. I guess they did not believe me.


Day 40: I skip church and take it easy. Spend a lot of time on my back. Pain and swelling are still terrible. I’m wondering when the antibiotics will kick in. Wife seems a little annoyed that I am not helping her with the kids. Whatever.


Day 41: I show up at my Urologists office first thing on Monday. Back to where it all began. His intern sees me and gets that same horrified look on his face that I have seen so much the past few days. They check my prostate just to make sure, which SUCKED! I felt so violated. They give me some meds for the swelling and confirm the ER doc’s assessment and antibiotics. Doc tells me he sees what I have in about 3 out of the 250 surgeries he does every year. That knowledge doesn’t make me feel better.


Day 42-44: Swelling is going down. Pain is subsiding. Antibiotics must be working. I’m hoping for another full recovery and no relapse this time.

[jefandaward]

Painless and cheap... git er done

[stinkbelly]

I got fixed about 4-5 years ago. The surgery went fine, but I am one of those 1 in 100 guys that has pain on and off afterwards. It feels like someone kicked you in the nuts, but luckily it isn't all the time. My pain comes and goes. I have been back to the Dr and he said if I want to get rid fo the pain, I need to have my epiditimus removed. Look that word up. For now, I am good, but some day I may have more of my manlyhood removed.

Let me tell you, you haven't had any fun until you have had a scrotal sonogram.

Honestly I would still recommend it to anyone, but I have a friend that will not get it done because of me.

[jerp]

The psychological pain you feel thinking about the procedure is 10x worse than the physical pain of the procedure itself.

[JCG]

The procedure it's self isn't to bad. For me the recovery didn't go to well. Wasn't able to apply ice or take any meds until 4 hours later. Made for a rough couple of days.

[Kurdawg]

It is cheaper for you to have one and all the equipment is on the outside. That being said, if her insurance covers it she could do an essure tubal ligation. That is coils go in the tube via a camera inserted through the cervix. I am doing two of those in the office today and there is essentially no recovery. I know lots of guys who have had vasectomies but not myself. Most go fine just sore for a few days. If you have it done see a good urologist is my best advice.

Ya they are scheduling that procedure for her to see what the insurance will cover, but she wants to get rid of the monthly visitor and that won't do it.

[BMowatt]

Just do it. Best $300 I ever spent. Had it done in 85 or 86

[BigThicketBoy]

Nothing is 100 % ask me how I know x 2