I Hurt My Rude Bits, Again
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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Battle scars galore..
There are really so many, so in chronological order:
1. Woke up one morning, got out of bed and collapsed to my knees with the most excruciating pain in the nads I have ever experienced. Down to quack at 10.00, referred to hospital, on the slab and under the knife for a suspected tortion at 13.00. (It was only an infection.)
2. The next day at a large toy store, bofkin (aged 4) at the top of a slide decides to come down standing up. I am standing at the bottom, he speeds down, flies off the bottom and nuts me in the sack. Back to the hospital for a re-insertion of a loose bollock and stitch replacement.
3. About 1 year later, the decision was taken for the snip. Turned up at clinic and joined the queue. The guy before me was very very nervous. Trying to calm him, I made light by saying that at least he had the enjoyment of having his partner shave him. Nope. He had not even done that... the numpty. I go in and I recognise that is the same surgeon that did the tortion (1 above). Brief chat and in we go. Apart from a slight problem. Having done the right one, he started on the left before the anaesthetic kicked in. As he finishes, "This'll feel cold and this'll feel hot" did not prepare me for just how hot. From cool to sweating like Lee Evans in 5 seconds.
Anyway... all done, I make to leave. Walking through reception I find the guy who was in before me lying on the marble floor. Did he need help? Nope. Could I give him a lift home? Nope, he had a taxi coming. So I left him. Checking the time, I hadn't been out of home for more than an hour so I went for a couple of pints before returning. (I wanted it to look as if I had been through hell and back)
4. Years later and divorced, I meet a younger lady. I'd explained my situation to her re the snip which she accepted it, but watching her with her nephews and nieces, I decided that it was not fair of me to deprive her of something that she would be marvellous at. So 16 years after the cut, I have a reversal.
No problems during the op. Getting home, I told Mrs Bof that the doctor had suggested gentle manipulation of the scrotum and contents for at least an hour a night. Compassionate as she is, every night for 3-4 months Mrs Bof took matters into her own hands whilst I tried very hard not to laugh.
When I did tell her I had lied... she bit me... hard.
I didn't return a sample to check whether it had worked, and after a few years we thought all hope was gone when suddenly a Bofkin was on the horizon. Since then a further Bofkin appeared just before Christmas (2012), and I am thinking of having the reversal reversed.
It is only a piece of your body (OK a sensitive piece) but nothing to get too worked up about. I do know guys who have different experiences, but for me, it is no major deal.
Addition
Just remembered...
5. As a result of Claudication (a blocked artery) in my groin, I needed to have an angioplasty. Duly prepared by Mrs Bof, I go into theatre where the nurse determines that the prep work wasn't good enough and proceeds to dry shave between the sack and the thigh with a scalpel blade. Now that was uncomfortable, and when they tell you during the process that it will feel like you have wet yourself. Yep. You certainly do.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 14:33, 11 replies)
There are really so many, so in chronological order:
1. Woke up one morning, got out of bed and collapsed to my knees with the most excruciating pain in the nads I have ever experienced. Down to quack at 10.00, referred to hospital, on the slab and under the knife for a suspected tortion at 13.00. (It was only an infection.)
2. The next day at a large toy store, bofkin (aged 4) at the top of a slide decides to come down standing up. I am standing at the bottom, he speeds down, flies off the bottom and nuts me in the sack. Back to the hospital for a re-insertion of a loose bollock and stitch replacement.
3. About 1 year later, the decision was taken for the snip. Turned up at clinic and joined the queue. The guy before me was very very nervous. Trying to calm him, I made light by saying that at least he had the enjoyment of having his partner shave him. Nope. He had not even done that... the numpty. I go in and I recognise that is the same surgeon that did the tortion (1 above). Brief chat and in we go. Apart from a slight problem. Having done the right one, he started on the left before the anaesthetic kicked in. As he finishes, "This'll feel cold and this'll feel hot" did not prepare me for just how hot. From cool to sweating like Lee Evans in 5 seconds.
Anyway... all done, I make to leave. Walking through reception I find the guy who was in before me lying on the marble floor. Did he need help? Nope. Could I give him a lift home? Nope, he had a taxi coming. So I left him. Checking the time, I hadn't been out of home for more than an hour so I went for a couple of pints before returning. (I wanted it to look as if I had been through hell and back)
4. Years later and divorced, I meet a younger lady. I'd explained my situation to her re the snip which she accepted it, but watching her with her nephews and nieces, I decided that it was not fair of me to deprive her of something that she would be marvellous at. So 16 years after the cut, I have a reversal.
No problems during the op. Getting home, I told Mrs Bof that the doctor had suggested gentle manipulation of the scrotum and contents for at least an hour a night. Compassionate as she is, every night for 3-4 months Mrs Bof took matters into her own hands whilst I tried very hard not to laugh.
When I did tell her I had lied... she bit me... hard.
I didn't return a sample to check whether it had worked, and after a few years we thought all hope was gone when suddenly a Bofkin was on the horizon. Since then a further Bofkin appeared just before Christmas (2012), and I am thinking of having the reversal reversed.
It is only a piece of your body (OK a sensitive piece) but nothing to get too worked up about. I do know guys who have different experiences, but for me, it is no major deal.
Addition
Just remembered...
5. As a result of Claudication (a blocked artery) in my groin, I needed to have an angioplasty. Duly prepared by Mrs Bof, I go into theatre where the nurse determines that the prep work wasn't good enough and proceeds to dry shave between the sack and the thigh with a scalpel blade. Now that was uncomfortable, and when they tell you during the process that it will feel like you have wet yourself. Yep. You certainly do.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 14:33, 11 replies)
thank you...
I do try to respond to all comments received.
I try to be polite.
Unfortunately, that is not always possible given the variety of population on the pages.
that above is for postings below.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 1:32, closed)
I do try to respond to all comments received.
I try to be polite.
Unfortunately, that is not always possible given the variety of population on the pages.
that above is for postings below.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 1:32, closed)
Ahh, look it's just Janet.
It's not like anyone has taken anything she says seriously for a very long time.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 2:06, closed)
It's not like anyone has taken anything she says seriously for a very long time.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 2:06, closed)
You get a click from me.
Number 4 Started with me going ahhh, Then followed by a giggle. Because it contained.
Love, Compassion, Compromise, Dedication, Pain, TEETH MARKS! and of course laughter.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 15:21, closed)
Number 4 Started with me going ahhh, Then followed by a giggle. Because it contained.
Love, Compassion, Compromise, Dedication, Pain, TEETH MARKS! and of course laughter.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 15:21, closed)
well...
It was 8 minutes between posts so maybe just a bit slow.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 20:41, closed)
It was 8 minutes between posts so maybe just a bit slow.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 20:41, closed)
Nothing to get worked up about?
Remember that when you're spending an eternity getting bum raped by demons for not listening to the pope.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 19:43, closed)
Remember that when you're spending an eternity getting bum raped by demons for not listening to the pope.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 19:43, closed)
Yeah right...
as a pape, I can still form my own opinion, so go find a lost cause elsewhere you fuckwit.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 1:29, closed)
as a pape, I can still form my own opinion, so go find a lost cause elsewhere you fuckwit.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 1:29, closed)
"as a pape, I can still form my own opinion"
hahhahahaha.
Did you ask for forgiveness from a celibate man in dress for your repeated sins against your bollocks?
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 7:33, closed)
hahhahahaha.
Did you ask for forgiveness from a celibate man in dress for your repeated sins against your bollocks?
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 7:33, closed)
Having his partner shave him?
I wouldn't let my wife take a razor to my chin, never mind down there!
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 19:52, closed)
I wouldn't let my wife take a razor to my chin, never mind down there!
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 19:52, closed)
I was told that whenn I got my snippage that any reversal
would be costly and a lot more invasive. True?
Not that I'm leaning that way - just never met a reversee before. There's lots of us quasi-eunuchs around tho it would seem.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 2:10, closed)
would be costly and a lot more invasive. True?
Not that I'm leaning that way - just never met a reversee before. There's lots of us quasi-eunuchs around tho it would seem.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 2:10, closed)
A few grand.
I can't remember exactly... sorry, but I did shop around.
The quack that performed the op was a fairly large lady, but obviously was very delicate in stitching the equivalent of vermicelli together.
I can't comment on the difficulty or complexity as I was under a general anaesthetic. But I think that it is probably not much more invasive than the snip itself.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 9:16, closed)
I can't remember exactly... sorry, but I did shop around.
The quack that performed the op was a fairly large lady, but obviously was very delicate in stitching the equivalent of vermicelli together.
I can't comment on the difficulty or complexity as I was under a general anaesthetic. But I think that it is probably not much more invasive than the snip itself.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 9:16, closed)
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