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I arrived at the surgery center promptly at 8:00 am. My surgery was scheduled for 10:00 am. This was yesterday--Friday--which turns out to be the big day for this particular procedure. I noted the angst and fear of the many other males in the waiting room, as their date with destiny approached. But I was calm and relaxed. I brought a book to read (which I was still reading as they wheeled me into the operating room).
At just about ten, a nurse fetched me and took me to a prep area, where I disrobed completely, put on a hospital gown and stretched out on a gurney. The nurse hooked up an IV (I hadn't had a thing to eat or drink since since the night before), covered me with a blanket and told me to relax, they'd come for me in a few minutes. And they did. Still reading, as they rolled me towards the operating room, I noted the solemn respect afforded me by every male that I passed. A true band of brothers.
In the operating room, they hooked up a little inhaler thing to my nose. The clock read 10:12. Breath deep the nurse said, it's just oxygen.
I opened my eyes to find myself still on my gurney but in another room. Straight ahead of me on the wall was a clock--11:00 on the nose.
I was feeling goofy and joked with several nurses that came by to check on me. Then I took a nap.
Soon after, a nurse said it was time to sit up, have some juice, and get dressed. They'd already called my ride, who was on his way to pick me up. So, I did as she asked--noting in the process that I'd picked up a nifty new jockstrap, though I don't recall putting it on--and put my clothes on.
Before I left, they handed me a sheet of instructions. The doctor checked on me to see if had any questions. He said most men were normally a little sore for one or two days, but with my unnaturally superior constitution, I would probably only feel it for 24 to 48 hours...
So, I have a question:
Do I look or sound any different?? Be honest...
At just about ten, a nurse fetched me and took me to a prep area, where I disrobed completely, put on a hospital gown and stretched out on a gurney. The nurse hooked up an IV (I hadn't had a thing to eat or drink since since the night before), covered me with a blanket and told me to relax, they'd come for me in a few minutes. And they did. Still reading, as they rolled me towards the operating room, I noted the solemn respect afforded me by every male that I passed. A true band of brothers.
In the operating room, they hooked up a little inhaler thing to my nose. The clock read 10:12. Breath deep the nurse said, it's just oxygen.
I opened my eyes to find myself still on my gurney but in another room. Straight ahead of me on the wall was a clock--11:00 on the nose.
I was feeling goofy and joked with several nurses that came by to check on me. Then I took a nap.
Soon after, a nurse said it was time to sit up, have some juice, and get dressed. They'd already called my ride, who was on his way to pick me up. So, I did as she asked--noting in the process that I'd picked up a nifty new jockstrap, though I don't recall putting it on--and put my clothes on.
Before I left, they handed me a sheet of instructions. The doctor checked on me to see if had any questions. He said most men were normally a little sore for one or two days, but with my unnaturally superior constitution, I would probably only feel it for 24 to 48 hours...
So, I have a question:
Do I look or sound any different?? Be honest...
Robieia seen RT nakked.
