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The snip's a breeze. The worst bit - apart from the agonising pain, of course - was having to go to the local Marie Stopes clinic to have it done and sitting next to miserables girls with their guilty-looking boyfriends or cross mothers, all waiting to go in for their abortions. That was deeply depressing.
The worst bit of the op, though (apart from the agonising pain, of course) was twofold: the needle straight into the nuts and the awful smell of burning as they lazered through the tubes, the smell of one's own smoking flesh is not something I ever want to experience again.
And that's it, nothing to it. Apart from the agonising pain, of course. But let's not dwell on that.
I made the mistake of going to the big national exhibition three days later and dosed myself up with pain killers, only to find after a couple of hours walking around that my socks were inexplicably wet. When I checked I found it was blood was running down my leg and had been soaked up by sock. Not very nice.
But seriously Adam, there's nothing to it. I know coz your wife told me.
The worst bit of the op, though (apart from the agonising pain, of course) was twofold: the needle straight into the nuts and the awful smell of burning as they lazered through the tubes, the smell of one's own smoking flesh is not something I ever want to experience again.
And that's it, nothing to it. Apart from the agonising pain, of course. But let's not dwell on that.
I made the mistake of going to the big national exhibition three days later and dosed myself up with pain killers, only to find after a couple of hours walking around that my socks were inexplicably wet. When I checked I found it was blood was running down my leg and had been soaked up by sock. Not very nice.
But seriously Adam, there's nothing to it. I know coz your wife told me.
