The surgeon that performed my vasectomy was having a bad day or something. Lousy bedside manner, gruff and dismissive. Stuff was left in me, infection set in, weeks of discomfort, and...um...lack of performance. Finally I was riding home from work one day when my coveralls filled with blood and puss, even stained the truck seat. I refused to return to the hospital as that was where the problem started, and made my GP fix me up in his office. Luckily, my GP was a very decent and understanding sort of guy. Loads of antibiotics and another couple of weeks later I was back to normal, whatever that is.

Frankly, I wouldn't do it again.

Peace, Mooh.