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PENIS JOURNALS
Adult circumcision for medical reasons ... a case study.

Part Three: That's Bris, Baby!

Fire on the Mountain Š2001, 2002 Scott "Scix" Maddix

October 15

Jere Burns

I arrived at the Urologist's office on time, and was told the doc was going to be a half-hour late...eventually I was called and I went in. I was greeted by a nurse (or possibly that wasn't his title, I never asked) that looked and sounded like Jere Burns, best known as "Kirk" in the old Dear John TV show.

He tried to set me at ease with jokes, starting with, "You're here for the sex change, right?" Well, his method worked better thanit sounds, because eventually we were joking back and forth as I got undressed and into the stupid back-opening robe and went into the room the procedure was to take place in.

I lay down, and he hoiked the robe up and swabbed the hell out of my willie with Iodine. We continued to chit-chat, and I felt quite comfortable. I told him I'd like to have some of the skin left, but he seemd to dodge the issue. Dr. Khaw was the one to perform the operation anyway, so I waited to mention it to him, and see what he said. The Nurse told me Dr. Khaw did "the best circs of any Doctor I've worked with."

THEN came the shot.

BIG needle. You know the novocine shot you get at the dentist's? It was like that. Prick, heat, PAIN, ache, throb. Except the pain was electric, like he'd hit a nerve. Went right down the length of my cock. He said, "You did well. Now there's three more shots." I laughed. I said, "You're joking, right? RIGHT?"

He wasn't joking. Four shots, two on the top side of the shaft, where it meets the body, and two below. BDSM training kicked in and I managed to breathe through it. I don't know how anyone can face things like that if they can't trance out or channel pain. I really don't.

About this time Dr. Khaw came in and we exchanged pleasantries as he suited up. I told him I wanted him to please leave as much as he could, but not if there was any added complication. He grunted and nodded, and did something to my penis. "Feel that?" I didn't. It was dead-numb. Time to begin.

Zzzzt-zap!

NOT the sound I was expecting -- he was lasering it! I thought he'd just be cutting with a scalpel .. but this likely has some advantages. The Jedi duel alone was worth it. (That was a joke, there.)

So I lay back, arms behind my head, and he worked, keeping up a gentle banter like a barber. He joked that while I might have self-control enough to abstain from sex for a few weeks, "all the girlfriends" may not. My position blocked my view, and for this I was thankful. I couldn't feel a thing, but occassionally I'd get a mild electric twinge in the lower right quandrant of the glans. Eventually I mentioned this, and he stopped, poked it with something, and I couldn't feel a thing. Some glitch in the nervous system, I guess.

Then I noticed his movement and tempo had shifted, and I could no longer hear the buzz or see/smell the wafts of smoke (burning ME!), and I knew he was putting in stitches. It felt like I was on the table for a week, but it can't have been more than 30-40 minutes. Eventually he was done.

He told me to keep the bandage on until Thursday morning, take Tylenol for pain and swelling, put an ice pack on my lap for the rest of the day. And that was it. They both kept checking to see if I had any questions, but they were so thorough I couldn't think of any.

Doctor left, and the Nurse gave me some nice soft towels and hot water to clean the iodine off with, and left me to get dressed. The idodine was all over my balls, thighs, up my crack ... he had been pretty liberal with the stuff. My wiener was wrapped in a layer of thin gauze, a layer of thicker gauze bandage, and a miniature Ace bandage. I was told that if the latter got too tight, I could take it off and re-wrap it.

Then I wandered out to the lobby and came home.

On returning home:

My balls still smell like Iodine

The Lydocaine has worn off and I can now feel the ice on my lap. No real pain or discomfort after the injections, but we'll see how it goes.

So tonight Tony is leaving. I'll do my best to avoid comparing these two events.

He's left in all but place, so really I've done my mourning already. In the past few months he's made some decisions I don't understand or agree with, but they were his to make. He's left PDI, our marriage, the house ... whether he has left the family remains to be seen. It's up to him.

Chris and Steph are moving in tonight. I wish I could offer them a clean and empty room, but Tony left a surprisingly small mark on the place -- his departure doesn't really leave more room, and until we get the new space I'm going to need the closet still. :/

Ice and Tylenol Plus for me, and keeping my feet up. Bandage comes off on Thursday, stitches come out in 7-10 days, checkup in three weeks, Dissolve Domestic Partnership officially after that. Pardon the expression, but it's all cut-and-dried from here.

I might have sex again someday.

Gah, I feel wretched.

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