I was a complete coward, I requested a general anaesthesia. The shot of Pethadine when woke up was nice, like being very drunk with none of the spinning room thing and nausea.

The strange little man with a trolley who went round and shaved everyone in the pre op ward was disturbing. Imagine trying to have a "good Morning, nice weather etc etc" type conversation with an odd chap manoevering your little fella with one hand and weilding a cheap Bic razor in the other whilst scraping away at your coin purse is really bizarre. The three young pretty 1st year student nurse girlies who came into the theatre with the head theatre nurse to watch was equally as bad, fortunately the drip in the back of my hand had started pumping in the knockout juice and my embarassment went away.
Didnt get huge bollocks afterwards, golf ball sized only thankfully.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 17:33, 2 replies)

Was this many years ago?
I got a funny look when I asked the doc about shaving - you have to do it yourself, now.
Bit wussy getting a general, though. You missed out on an exquisitely unpleasant feeling*, not to mention the fact that I got an electric shock through either elbow (contact with the metal bed) at each "cut", which I put down to the switch from cutting to cautery**.

*I'm convinced they didn't give enough time for the local to take effect, unless the vivid sensation of having each but violently twisted is normal?
**burnt pube stubble smells of popcorn
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 20:19, closed)

Twas November the 5th 1995.
There was a rather badly worded info leaflet from the doctors about shaving but I hadnt taken enough off in completely the right area when the strange gentleman examined my efforts.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 23:15, closed)

So, the Brazilian is all your fault!

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 8 Mar 2013, 10:33, closed)

What can I say,
It only really caught on for the ladies, I dont think a male pubic thatch styled into a fuzzy mohican was ever really going to be a fashion statement winner.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Fri 8 Mar 2013, 15:51, closed)

Slight touch of local - enough that the cuts didn't sting
but I could feel the butcher rummaging around down there.
Slightly disconcerting having my missus watching avidly I must say.
Got to defrost some peas afterwards tho and the 'final check' to make sure everything was still operational was fun!
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 7 Mar 2013, 21:15, closed)

Exactly why I had no desire whatsoever to be conscious whilst some bloke with a knife tried to stab my sack and rifle the contents, I think I would have jumped up, punched the Doc and made a run for the door had I been awake.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 23:22, closed)

Yeah that's what I had.
In fact getting the anaesthetic administered through a big fuck-off needle directly into the bawsack was the worse bit.

Although the minutes that followed - the consultant asking me what I do for a living and where I was going on my holidays, while he fumbled around with my plums - was just plain bonkers.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 8 Mar 2013, 13:45, closed)