Everything's awkward with a little cup of semen...

[Firmus]

So today I have to take my second vasectomy sample to the doctor's office to see if I'm shooting blanks yet. I "failed" my first, so at best I have this one and another after to be sure everything's gone. Below is what I have to go through today....

Let me just say this, for every guy that blushes in the condom isle, for every man that winces when looking at the dizzying array of feminine hygiene products at the grocery, and for all the fellas that gets queasy when they see "something" rolled up in toilet paper in the bathroom trash, you are all WUSSIES!

Ok, I'll start at the beginning. First of all, you have to plan to collect it. There's kind of a time table to this. It has to be "fresh" the same day, and not refrigerated. There goes my plans of storing some up for the winter. Once you've found your hidey hole to squirrel away in, where the kids won't come knocking, and you can't hear the dogs outside barking to be let in, you can start. You're mind is constantly pulled out of the moment, because you're constantly thinking of "ok, do I grab the cup now? Am I ready? Oh wait, no not yet! Damn this will take forever!" It's hard to turn an orgasm into a clinical function. This isn't like brushing your teeth before going to the dentist, or putting glitter on your pubic mound before going to the GYN. (Just an assumption, I don't know what the proper preparations are for a GYN visit. Please don't enlighten me.)

And then there's this cup. I can't really in good conscious say it's a cup. It's more like a mug. It needs handles, and a coaster. When you're on your own, watching it shoot out in a towel, shower wall, or a loved one's torso, you feel like you're such porno star. You have all this VOLUME and AMOUNT and it RUNS and there's SO MUCH! My wife complains that the next day you can still feel it coming out. So obviously you wonder if it'll all fit in the cup. Reality hits when you realize you can't even wet the whole bottom of the cup. It just all hangs to one corner, even if you shake it around. What are the other 14 ounces of this cup for? Horses?

Ok, so you're all done. You have your tiny wet spot in your clinical beer stein, you've written your name all over it, and now you have to transport it. If you're lucky like me, you have to drive an hour to get to where your doctor is. Blessed is the engineer that made cup holders for cars. As a side note, my friend was pissed because she had to hold the cup in her armpit to keep it warm, as they're doctor wanted it within the hour and warm. Thankfully mine isn't like that.

Maybe I'm just weird (don't answer that) but while driving an hour, EVERYTHING seems awkward with a little cup of semen along for the ride. I went through the Wendy's drive-thru, with a little cup of my semen. I had to stop and fill up with gas, with a little cup of my semen. I was pulled over and got a warning for running a red light as it changed, all while my little cup of semen was there. I had to pull over to call for directions to the doctor's office, because I didn't know where to take my new driving buddy.

And by the way, is there any time of day at a doctor's office that there's NOT a lot of people there? And it's never the right type of people. I'd feel much more comfortable in a room filled with equally embarrassed guys, but not a waiting room full of grandparents playing with 3 year old grandkids, and they all want to talk to you. Even the nurses, who on any other day don't even look up for eye contact when taking your information. While every guy's fantasy has at some point involved a cute young nurse, that's totally NOT what you want in real life medical situations with the gravity of this magnitude. You want the old heavy nurse that's been around the block, and doesn't smile at you because you're disrupting her crossword puzzles. I didn't want the one that's pretty, and young, and smiling, and says she likes my shirt, and notices my running shoes and talks about barefoot running with me, all while I'm palming a little cup of my semen, and trying to remember if nonchalant is the right word for "man in an awkward situation with attractive person, pretending to not be awkward in said situation".

I also don't like sitting in the waiting room for 15 minutes, palming my little cup of semen still, waiting for someone to CALL MY FULL NAME REALLY REALLY LOUDLY and then saying (equally loudly) "DO YOU NEED ANY OF THIS READING MATERIAL TO HELP WITH THE COLLECTION PROCESS? OH I SEE YOU BROUGHT IT IN ALREADY. THANK YOU!"

My collection process is complete. My delivery is complete. I retire home to build a pillow fort to hide in the rest of my life.

[holly0612]

I wouldnt know how that feels seeing as i am a women, but i think it kool that you were able to do it. most guys think hell no that a women job to get fixed.

[EvilEvilKitten]

OMG - that was HILARIOUS & Very weill-written!

Though I do sincerely empathize with your embarassment.

Did you pass your test?

[big916]

That was very funny! Perhaps getting the sample at the office would be best next time.

[Firmus]

Originally Posted by EvilEvilKitten

OMG - that was HILARIOUS & Very weill-written!

Though I do sincerely empathize with your embarassment.

Did you pass your test?

Well, i'll get me results snail mail in a few days. I'm hoping this one is dry, otherwise there's a potential to have to cut again. The procedure is cake, other than just the hassle of it all. That and having a fist-sized black bruise on the wedding vegetables.

[hot-texan]

Originally Posted by Firmus

And then there's this cup. I can't really in good conscious say it's a cup. It's more like a mug. It needs handles, and a coaster. When you're on your own, watching it shoot out in a towel, shower wall, or a loved one's torso, you feel like you're such porno star. You have all this VOLUME and AMOUNT and it RUNS and there's SO MUCH! My wife complains that the next day you can still feel it coming out. So obviously you wonder if it'll all fit in the cup. Reality hits when you realize you can't even wet the whole bottom of the cup. It just all hangs to one corner, even if you shake it around. What are the other 14 ounces of this cup for? Horses?

this whole story is great, but... I especially likes this part

[funinthesun]

Lol great. If only you'd decided to hide it in a brown paper bag and the policeman who pulled you over would have asked you to pull it out thinking it was an alcohol container!

[mikkiji]

Even worse is when you are dealing with infertility, and you have to visit the urologist a dozen times for this rigamarole! After 4 or 5 times bringing my sample in (also an hour's drive for me at the time), they said the next few times they wanted a "fresh" sample, had me go into a room, handed me some Penthouse magazines, and left me with the "cup"! Then they eventually decided that my sperm was fine, but it wasn't traveling far or fast enough, so they wanted me to produce a sample and then they'd insert in into my wife down the hall--this was so embarrassing that we were both in hysterical laughter on the way to the clinic, and at the time, fertility clinics were pretty uncommon and primitive. So, trust me--it can get worse, MUCH worse!
Michael

[Firmus]

Well poop! I failed my second test as well. I'm assuming that means I have to go through the whole thing again?

[sexgoddess1]

LMAO, I am very sorry lol but that is funny. Being embarrassed like that makes me feel so small.

I could understand embarassing things like that, even us women who have to pee in a cup and it gets on your hand and we have to clean it off. Then we have to hand it to the nurse. Another embarassing situation is going to a OBGYN ,nervous bout a doctor putting is hand all the way inside you to feel everything.

My most embarassing moment is when I see the doctor to see if I have an infection or not, having people watch you go inside the door from the waiting room.