Saturday, September 9, 2023

Anniversary and Vasectomy

The Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice

From Losing

Getting “fixed” was yet another example of how society promotes procreating. As happened to all my friends who got vasectomies, I was questioned very seriously if I really wanted this. (YES.) (Although it was uncomfortable, and seeing smoke rising … down there … well, there were moments….) But no one grills you about bringing an entirely new person into the world. No one questions you about that decision at all. That. Is. Fucked. Up. Reverse that – make everyone who wants to breed pass an inquisition and let anyone who wants a vasectomy get one free and without hassle – and the world would be a vastly better place.

Also, today is my two-year anniversary of being off oh-pea-oyds following the accident on January 20, 2021. I've never had any problems with going off those meds. (But, as also said in Losing, "If you are ever on high doses of [oh-pea-oyds] for the love of all that is decent, err on the side of too much poop med. Trust me on this." 

I am, however, still on the nerve med (Pregabalin, a similar drug to Gabapentin). Slowly weaning off that has really been a ride. 😢

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