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and I ain’t talking about June 6th either!! Lets just say that my procreation days are over. With one daughter and one son, why bother. So its time that the boys get disconnected and rewired if you know what I mean. So I had my pre-op consultation. I mean, what is there to consult? I need a snip, what else is there to talk about? The doc comes in and introduces himself and then asks me to drop drawers. No relationship building, no chit chat, nothing. He’s all business. I guess when you got 20 people waiting to be seen, the chit chat can wait til later.

After giving me the shaving tutorial (the boys are going to be as bald as my dad), then the jokes start flying. I see no humor in the timing of seeing me in all my glory and then making jokes. Not funny. Scheduling the operation was another matter. The scheduler asks me if I have any “biological children.” When I asked why, she says that the “state wants to make sure about your decision, so if you don’t have any kids, they make you wait 30 days before the operation.” Look, I appreciate the state thinking of me, but can you please concentrate on the numerous pot holes that are killing my car’s alignment and what about the crime downtown? That could use a look see also. Don’t worry about my vasectomy, we adults don’t need elected officials to force us to wait to another 30 days for a decision that has already taken us a while. I mean, this wasn’t a last minute decision not unlike picking up some gum or chips at the grocery store! The big date is in October. More to come soon!!