I think Tycho is reaching a point in his life / career where he just doesn't give a fuck anymore. He's like the Kobe of gaming personalities. I know he's going through some hard shit, but the writing he's done this year has been some of his best ever. I think we as a community his voice more than ever. Thank goodness he's got the balls to say what's on his mind.
I was literally cry laughing as I read Jerry's last blog post. Watching Mike's art evolve has been obviously, immensely impressive; but no less than watching Jerry's writing do the same.
when I had my vasectomy done, first of all they gave me clonazepam that i was to take 30 minutes before i showed up so when i did i was feelin' fine
secondly because i was there via referral from my GP, there was no questionnaire or interrogation or any of that, it was surgery day, that was it
(i had met with the urologist once before that, but that was purely from a health perspective, there was no ARE YOU SUUUUUUUURE bullshit)
and the whole thing was done in like, maybe 5-10 minutes with a laser beam and some titanium implants, no stitches, i don't even have a visible scar
the most unpleasant part was the anesthesia needle, because there was no fancy hypospray (that would've probably completed the trifecta of weird futuristic elements to the whole thing) so it was just getting jabbed in the scrotum with a fuck-off big needle and there was no easy way about that really
the most unpleasant part was the anesthesia needle, because there was no fancy hypospray (that would've probably completed the trifecta of weird futuristic elements to the whole thing) so it was just getting jabbed in the scrotum with a fuck-off big needle and there was no easy way about that really
Strange. I got my junk chopped just over a month ago.
They gave me a muscle relaxant and soon I was a Chatty Kathy. I'm usually very quiet, but when the drugs kicked in I was talking with the doctor non-stop while he did the deed.
He reached in with a crochet hook, fished around, and yanked out the tubes. Then he chopped about 1/2" out of each. Yeah, I watched. All the while talking about TV shows to binge watch on NetFlix while recovering.
So far I am not happy. My chopped tubes have turned into thick angry stumps - especially on one side. I'm still popping ibuprofen regularly. The swollen tube on one side rubs against the inside of my thigh in most unpleasant way.
I'm really hoping this all settles down soon. I'll be very unhappy if my junk is messed up permanently.
and the whole thing was done in like, maybe 5-10 minutes with a laser beam and some titanium implants, no stitches, i don't even have a visible scar
Wha!? Oh man, I should have researched the different techniques before having mine done. I just went with whatever urologist my GP recommended.
Titanium implants? That sounds like good times with airport security.
Nah, these are incredibly tiny, and are made in such a way that they're non-magnetic and don't set off anything. I could climb into an MRI and not worry about something ripping out of my ballsack horribly (trust me, I asked this question many times before my first MRI for unrelated reasons since having the surgery)
I've walked through airport metal detectors n shit. Nothin'.
the most unpleasant part was the anesthesia needle, because there was no fancy hypospray (that would've probably completed the trifecta of weird futuristic elements to the whole thing) so it was just getting jabbed in the scrotum with a fuck-off big needle and there was no easy way about that really
also it cost me $0 because lol Canada
I'm sensing a connection here.
lol
americans man
did you miss the part about how i got a flawless no scalpel surgery with a laser
you guys, man
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Go back to France, socialist.
But seriously, how long would I have to live in Canada before I, too, was eligible for free health care?
"excuse my French
But fuck you — no, fuck y'all, that's as blunt as it gets"
- Kendrick Lamar, "The Blacker the Berry"
See, I absolutely feel his pain. I had half a vasectomy 5 years ago.
We went in, filled out the paperwork, and then I laid down on the table. The doctor used a local anesthetic, so my crotch should have been completely numb. I put my earbuds in and listened to OCRemix's finest, and prayed. My wife held my hand and tried really hard not to watch. They used a micro incision and a laser, then knotted everything. Or so I am told.
He finished with my right side fairly quickly. I could feel a bit of the sting when he cut in, but it felt like a pinch and that was it. Felt none of the rummaging around inside bullshit.
Then he switched sides. And it felt like he was poking at my goddamn funny bone. "Ow that hurts. Ow Doctor that hurts." At one point, it REALLY hurt and I gasped. My wife said that something was wrong.
Aaaaaaand, then I stopped breathing and had a seizure.
Piss everywhere, shaking, turned pale. Lost consciousness. He stopped and got the smelling salts. The song that had been playing was 4 minutes long, as I found out later - it was still going when I came to.
So my wife goes out into the hallway and shouts "Oh my God we need help!!!" A nurse we knew who worked there told me later that 3 guys in the waiting room got up and left when they heard that.
The Doctor's office was at the border between one city and the next one - and the city's EMTs were out on a call. So they call the next city over, and they send 3 crews (who were on a training run at the time). Literally 12 EMTs and firefighters come streaming into this tiny office. Embarassing. And every guy on those crews looked at me with that "We feel you bro, but not really, because we're not mutilated half-men" look. Off to the hospital we went.
A month later my wife went in to get fixed. I called once to see if I needed to do anything, like maybe get the other side done or something? Doctor never billed me, never billed insurance, never called back. So yeah, half a vasectomy.
See, I absolutely feel his pain. I had half a vasectomy 5 years ago.
We went in, filled out the paperwork, and then I laid down on the table. The doctor used a local anesthetic, so my crotch should have been completely numb. I put my earbuds in and listened to OCRemix's finest, and prayed. My wife held my hand and tried really hard not to watch. They used a micro incision and a laser, then knotted everything. Or so I am told.
He finished with my right side fairly quickly. I could feel a bit of the sting when he cut in, but it felt like a pinch and that was it. Felt none of the rummaging around inside bullshit.
Then he switched sides. And it felt like he was poking at my goddamn funny bone. "Ow that hurts. Ow Doctor that hurts." At one point, it REALLY hurt and I gasped. My wife said that something was wrong.
Aaaaaaand, then I stopped breathing and had a seizure.
Piss everywhere, shaking, turned pale. Lost consciousness. He stopped and got the smelling salts. The song that had been playing was 4 minutes long, as I found out later - it was still going when I came to.
So my wife goes out into the hallway and shouts "Oh my God we need help!!!" A nurse we knew who worked there told me later that 3 guys in the waiting room got up and left when they heard that.
The Doctor's office was at the border between one city and the next one - and the city's EMTs were out on a call. So they call the next city over, and they send 3 crews (who were on a training run at the time). Literally 12 EMTs and firefighters come streaming into this tiny office. Embarassing. And every guy on those crews looked at me with that "We feel you bro, but not really, because we're not mutilated half-men" look. Off to the hospital we went.
A month later my wife went in to get fixed. I called once to see if I needed to do anything, like maybe get the other side done or something? Doctor never billed me, never billed insurance, never called back. So yeah, half a vasectomy.
Could've used valium that day.
Aaaand now I'm never, ever getting a vasectomy.
Pretty sure I'm dealing with "sympathy testicular terror" right now (terrorsticular or testiculterror, pick whichever).
Mine was a quick procedure, no real problems. Not that much pain, but was creeped out somewhat, particularly since the tray where he was putting the "scraps" was right in front of my face.
It was like this: either I would go in to get cut, or my wife would have to. That was all I needed to know.
Jesus, what barbaric crazy places are you poor bros having the lead taken out of your bullets at?
I got doped up on a potent benzo and I was so relaxed I live-tweeted the procedure because some elements (like having a cute nurse my age wipe warm antiseptic goo all average my junk) was weird as hell.
Like I said, literally the only painful part was the freezing needle, which was deeply unpleasant but momentary so who cares? I felt literally nothing after that, I noticed the smell of the laser searing me out of the gene pool more than anything else.
Then for like the rest of the day and the day after I felt like I had been kicked in the sack. So I just... took it easy? No need for frozen peas or whatever. When the minimum amount of safe time had passed I was back to my husbandly duties.
I feel bad for you bros, that shit sounds medieval.
But other guys? Don't let their horror stories put you off. It was honestly the best decision for us.
There was a fish mobile in the corner of the room, and the top part - the part the fish hang from - was two triangles overlapping, the Star of David. I stared at it so long, and so hard, that I became a Jew.
Wow some of you guys are much more badass than I am. When I had it done, I had the anesthesiologist knock me out. I woke up to Frankenstein balls, but otherwise no issues.
My biggest commonality with the 3 part strip is the super hot nurse on Part II. For some reason the place I had my procedure done had 1 young really attractive woman and 3 others sporting the short haired, attractive, middle aged woman with glasses look. For some reason this bothered me. I kept thinking, why couldn't a bunch of unattactive ones know that I am sterile. Then again, at least it wasn't a bunch of guys staring at my junk.
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*puts on sunglasses*
... a crucidicktion.
It was about this: getting your dick crucified.
It was a head shop. Or I guess now that they are legal there, a "dispensary"?
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The circle is finally complete.
when I had my vasectomy done, first of all they gave me clonazepam that i was to take 30 minutes before i showed up so when i did i was feelin' fine
secondly because i was there via referral from my GP, there was no questionnaire or interrogation or any of that, it was surgery day, that was it
(i had met with the urologist once before that, but that was purely from a health perspective, there was no ARE YOU SUUUUUUUURE bullshit)
and the whole thing was done in like, maybe 5-10 minutes with a laser beam and some titanium implants, no stitches, i don't even have a visible scar
the most unpleasant part was the anesthesia needle, because there was no fancy hypospray (that would've probably completed the trifecta of weird futuristic elements to the whole thing) so it was just getting jabbed in the scrotum with a fuck-off big needle and there was no easy way about that really
also it cost me $0 because lol Canada
You should maybe get a better monitor!
You'll appreciate what has been on Mike and Jerry's office door since Monday:
I'm sensing a connection here.
They gave me a muscle relaxant and soon I was a Chatty Kathy. I'm usually very quiet, but when the drugs kicked in I was talking with the doctor non-stop while he did the deed.
He reached in with a crochet hook, fished around, and yanked out the tubes. Then he chopped about 1/2" out of each. Yeah, I watched. All the while talking about TV shows to binge watch on NetFlix while recovering.
So far I am not happy. My chopped tubes have turned into thick angry stumps - especially on one side. I'm still popping ibuprofen regularly. The swollen tube on one side rubs against the inside of my thigh in most unpleasant way.
I'm really hoping this all settles down soon. I'll be very unhappy if my junk is messed up permanently.
Wha!? Oh man, I should have researched the different techniques before having mine done. I just went with whatever urologist my GP recommended.
Titanium implants? That sounds like good times with airport security.
Nah, these are incredibly tiny, and are made in such a way that they're non-magnetic and don't set off anything. I could climb into an MRI and not worry about something ripping out of my ballsack horribly (trust me, I asked this question many times before my first MRI for unrelated reasons since having the surgery)
I've walked through airport metal detectors n shit. Nothin'.
Also
lol
americans man
did you miss the part about how i got a flawless no scalpel surgery with a laser
you guys, man
But seriously, how long would I have to live in Canada before I, too, was eligible for free health care?
But fuck you — no, fuck y'all, that's as blunt as it gets"
- Kendrick Lamar, "The Blacker the Berry"
We went in, filled out the paperwork, and then I laid down on the table. The doctor used a local anesthetic, so my crotch should have been completely numb. I put my earbuds in and listened to OCRemix's finest, and prayed. My wife held my hand and tried really hard not to watch. They used a micro incision and a laser, then knotted everything. Or so I am told.
He finished with my right side fairly quickly. I could feel a bit of the sting when he cut in, but it felt like a pinch and that was it. Felt none of the rummaging around inside bullshit.
Then he switched sides. And it felt like he was poking at my goddamn funny bone. "Ow that hurts. Ow Doctor that hurts." At one point, it REALLY hurt and I gasped. My wife said that something was wrong.
Aaaaaaand, then I stopped breathing and had a seizure.
Piss everywhere, shaking, turned pale. Lost consciousness. He stopped and got the smelling salts. The song that had been playing was 4 minutes long, as I found out later - it was still going when I came to.
So my wife goes out into the hallway and shouts "Oh my God we need help!!!" A nurse we knew who worked there told me later that 3 guys in the waiting room got up and left when they heard that.
The Doctor's office was at the border between one city and the next one - and the city's EMTs were out on a call. So they call the next city over, and they send 3 crews (who were on a training run at the time). Literally 12 EMTs and firefighters come streaming into this tiny office. Embarassing. And every guy on those crews looked at me with that "We feel you bro, but not really, because we're not mutilated half-men" look. Off to the hospital we went.
A month later my wife went in to get fixed. I called once to see if I needed to do anything, like maybe get the other side done or something? Doctor never billed me, never billed insurance, never called back. So yeah, half a vasectomy.
Could've used valium that day.
Aaaand now I'm never, ever getting a vasectomy.
Pretty sure I'm dealing with "sympathy testicular terror" right now (terrorsticular or testiculterror, pick whichever).
It was like this: either I would go in to get cut, or my wife would have to. That was all I needed to know.
I got doped up on a potent benzo and I was so relaxed I live-tweeted the procedure because some elements (like having a cute nurse my age wipe warm antiseptic goo all average my junk) was weird as hell.
Like I said, literally the only painful part was the freezing needle, which was deeply unpleasant but momentary so who cares? I felt literally nothing after that, I noticed the smell of the laser searing me out of the gene pool more than anything else.
Then for like the rest of the day and the day after I felt like I had been kicked in the sack. So I just... took it easy? No need for frozen peas or whatever. When the minimum amount of safe time had passed I was back to my husbandly duties.
I feel bad for you bros, that shit sounds medieval.
But other guys? Don't let their horror stories put you off. It was honestly the best decision for us.
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Beautiful.
My biggest commonality with the 3 part strip is the super hot nurse on Part II. For some reason the place I had my procedure done had 1 young really attractive woman and 3 others sporting the short haired, attractive, middle aged woman with glasses look. For some reason this bothered me. I kept thinking, why couldn't a bunch of unattactive ones know that I am sterile. Then again, at least it wasn't a bunch of guys staring at my junk.