make me famous dr kimmel

[bobbie (imported)]

Congratulations

[plix (imported)]

Congrats

[randy (imported)]

hi everyone... thanks to those who have called me and chatted with me, i appreciate your support very much

i was castrated yesterday by dr kimmel. i had some jokes i was going to mix into this entry but this is a serious post. it hit me how serious of a decision this is. the most important one can make in his life. not that i didnt know before but you know what im saying..and i didnt feel right joking about it.. not yet.

i feel fantastic... never better. the surgery went well, dr kimmel said i was a good patient and he said he did a good job. he is very professional. i might post more about my whole story during my updates but if you have any questions just ask.

so a day and a half after i feel no change. the only pain is along the incision, i am keeping it clean and keeping off my feet and icing the area.

i am very very happy with everything.

love

randy

[kennath7 (imported)]

Congratulations and welcome as a new eunuch I hope you enjoy your new life

[dometoo (imported)]

Congrats!

I hope it turns out to be a good decision.

I know many agonize over it both before and after the fact.

Your state of mind will have a great impact over how you deal with the changes you will go through.

I wish you the best!

[mrt (imported)]

I'm sure I posted this before but it never hurts (no pun intended) to repost it.

Keep wearing the support garment (at night also) and if the packing they sent you home with goes flat pick up more (clean also!) at the drug store. I think they call it a CHUB? CHUM?

Stay off your feet and if you have pain meds don't be a tough guy - take em...

If you feel the need to sneeze lean forward! It hurts like hell otherwise.

Ditto for laughing. Lean forward.

Keep ice on longer then you think you need it. It helps a lot.

Frozen peas are way better then ice bags. If anyone asks why you have frozen peas in your pants tell em your cooking lunch...

Don't Laugh!

Start a regular diary of how you feel. You might feel very "normal" but be acting really depressed to others. If you have problems being functional don't be afraid to talk to a doctor about HRT.

And best wishes for a swift recovery from surgery.

[Hash (imported)]

Hi Randy,

Congrats! Hope you enjoy your new state of being. We eunuchs are unique Keep doing what you're doing, keeping it clean and all. Plus, watch for depression, be careful with that especially. If you aren't using any testosterone replacement you could take a deep dive. Contact us if you need us. I would like a full reporting of the old man (Dr. K), give us a more detailed report of your surgery, cleanliness, etc. He told me I was a good patient too, not sure what he meant, except that I didn't holler or scream. Hash P.S. Anyone else going in for surgery, be sure afterward to inquire about new staff. I asked him and at the time he said the malpractice insurance and other things prevented him from looking. Maybe if we stay on him, he'll pursue looking for a replacement. Dr. Spector found him, I guess they were friends though.

[randy (imported)]

i enjoyed reading other members diary accounts of this castration so i hope you will enjoy mine too. i also like to know what people are thinking and not just what they are doing so my thoughts at the time will be denoted in blue. lets rewind a week.. diddlydoo-diddlydoo-diddlydoo-diddlydoo-

i am not scared of many things but one thing i am scared of is flying. i do not like the idea of not having any control over something that big going that fast that high in the air. so of course all this week there are planes zinging overhead because of a nearby upcoming airshow. each one would remind of my impending flight. i was more scared of the flight than of my first surgery. i called kristoff and he helped calm me down a bit. the week before this one i was really in strong debate with myself weather or not to try chemical castration and call the whole thing off. but i decided to go thru with the surgery so this week i was in cruise mode, just focusing on work and tying up all my loose ends for the trip. all this week i would do something and think oh thats the last time ill do that as a non-eunuch. ie thats the last time i will drive my truck as a non-eunuch, thats the last time i will squish a bug as a non-eunuch, last time i will not wave at my neighbor, yell at the tv, bang my shin in the dark, go to church... all things i would never to again as a non-eunuch. it helped me too focus on the lifelong change i was about to spark.

the weekend came and it just hit me that i forgot 1 very important thing; that dr kimmel only takes money orders. crapola. my bank is closed and i need $1250 worth of money orders by sunday morning when my plane leaves. i had $52 in my wallet for airline food and the taxi ride to the hotel, i was very excited about my first taxi ride by the way. i went in the EA chat to get some ideas and complain. then i got my moms atm card and my atm card and pulled the gamblers special... max it out at 11:59pm then again at 12:01am. after i did that i had a grand total $1252. just enough to pay the $2 money order fee. this is funny. i dont know how im going to pay for the taxi ride with my atm card maxed out and no money. oh well i am a male, ill worry about that later. God will provide. big day tomorrow, time for bed.

i woke up early sunday morning, i expected to be very nervous about the impending flight. but it was the exact opposite, i felt almost serene. i just knew everything was right, thats the best way i could describe it. i did some last minute packing and it came time to leave, my mom questioned me if i had everything i needed. she doesnt like her chix going far from the nest. then she slipped me a hundred bucks and gave me a kiss goodbye. thats the last time i will kiss my mom goodbye as a non eunuch. i am very lucky to have such a loving mother. my cousin drove me to the airport and showed me the ropes from her car. it seemed simple enough. i have only flown once when i was a kid. i checked in and went thru security. i made it thru the metal detector but they sent me back thru because i neglected to take off my shoes. why do i have to take off my shoes, you take off your shoes mr security, oh yeah because of that shoe bomber... did i wear clean socks? yes, yes i did. then i took off my shoes and made it thru and found my gate. i checked out my boarding pass and saw 38B, a middle seat. ahhh weak!

i am 6'4, im not skinny by any means and i have very broad shoulders. so i planned to time it just right so i would be in my seat before the people sitting next to me made it. they called my section and i got in line and stood in traffic. at about isle 20 i looked back and the section i was sitting in was clear except or 1 row already had 2 men seated, 1 in the isle 1 at the window. i tried to count rows to see it they were in 38. dude you know its your row theyre sitting in, you might as well stop counting, of course its 38. it was. i got to 38 and pointed to the middle seat and said, "thats my seat." aw hell. it was a really tight squeeze, my knees were up against the seat in front of me but i just tried to minimize myself and make due. the man next to me started talking to wouldnt stop. i didnt get nervous until the plane started moving and that low hum started just before take off happened. but this guy was still talking to me as the plane took off. it went down like this

*engines fire and the plane starts picking up speed down the runway*

"hey youre a big guy....did you play football?" , he said.

"yeah" i replied. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP WERE ALL DEAD IM DEAD THIS SUCKS IM SCARED AHHHH

*plane begins to leave the ground*

"oh really what high school did you go to, did you start?" , he said.

"e.h.s." i say. I HATE YOU AND I HATE THIS PLANE. AHHHHHHHHH MAMA

*plane leaves the ground and catches its first air*

"e.h.s.? my son went there but he didnt play football." , he said.

"eh heh" i said thru clinched teeth. SHUT YOUR HOOOOLLLLLLLLE, STOP THE AIRPLANE

the plane leveled out and i realized i had a kung fu death grip on the tray table in front of me. i released. even tho i was a little scared at the time and not happy he was talking to me, looking back im glad he was there it helped me not be as scared as much as i might have been. i guess when i get tense i get thirsty, i couldnt wait for the beverage cart to come my way. it finally saw it coming and i unloosed my tray table. bang! right into my knees. it wouldnt go all the way down. no, no you ass. just work .. it wont level out i will have nowhere to put my refreshing beverage, i hate you tray table. the lady asked "can i get you anything?" i said, "oh, no thanks" and smiled politely. *dying man in the desert voice* "water water... waater."

the flight was trying but i finally touched down in philly at 10pm. i got my luggage and found the taxis. they were just sitting there and i didnt have to yell out "taxi!" but i nobody was going to take that away from me. no sir. so im about ready for my moment in the sun, hailing a cab. but just then i saw a guy with a broken arm walk by and as i got ready to speak my tongue farted and instead of saying taxi i yelled out "casty!" i looked left. did anyone hear that? i looked right. anyone over there hear that, no? ok good. wow randy, start the trip off with a bang. anyway it worked and i got his attention, the ride cost $26. it wasnt as glamorous as i dreamed it to be. i got to the hotel at about 11:00.

the hotel... hmm. if "2 out of 5" manifested itself as a establishment this would be it. the people were nice, but it is in desperate need of a remodel. it smells like a really soiled carpet that just got vacuumed, but all the time. the room is the same 2 out of 5. there is no refrigerator, no microwave, and there is only about 10 channels, 4 of which come in clear. well whatever im not in philadelphia to play hotel manager, not this time. just if anyone goes to see dr kimmel and stays here dont expect much, its not the ritz.

at midnight i decided to walk and see if i could find the good doctors office. i started walking, i noticed the streets dont have little lighted men to guide me across, you just have to use your common sense. im screwed. before i knew it i was there. from the time i left the hotel room to the time i was at his office door was exactly 7 minutes. i came back to the hotel and chatted with some well wishers in the EA chat room and i felt very loved. but big day tomorrow. time to get some rest. this will be my last nights sleep as a non eunuch.

[randy (imported)]

so the morning of surgery came, the appointment was at 9:15 am. i got up at 8 and showered with my dial soap as instructed. i had a light breakfast as instructed had a morning prayer and headed down the street to the office. as i got dressed i thought to myself, hmm what is the accepted attire for a castration? i wore some loose fitting gym clothes. i got there at 9:15 and walked in the door and saw what appeared to be a breast health clinic. i asked where dr kimmels office was and they said upstairs. i wonder if they knew what i was there for...? i went to the 2nd floor and a man greeted me and said, "are you here for dr kimmel?" "yes i am", i replied. "have a seat in here and he will be right with you." he said.

i sat in this little office with an archaic looking examination table. basically there was nothing electric about it. nothing automatic. everything was cold steel. sitting alone, i investigated the sanitary conditions. the office was neat enough, the floors were new pergo (http://www.fastfloors.com/media/catalog ... _50280.jpg) and not dirty. there was nothing amiss with the sanitation. some parts could have used a little scrub down but i just thought, i bet this is how dr.s offices were before everything became illegal in the 80s and 90s. i could hear dr kimmel talking to his assistant and was looking forward to meeting him face to face. i caught a glimpse of his backside as he walked across the hall. i sat in this room for about 10 minutes.

he walked in the office and we shook hands. dr kimmel is an older gentleman, he said he was in his 60's, i would guess late 60s. he is about 5'9 average looking older man. he had a notebook filled with scribblings and he filed thru it. he asked me, when did i call and talk to him? early this year i said, he couldnt find the notes he had taken from when i called and made the initial appointment. so he had to ask me all those same questions over. he asks basic questions about your lifestyle, martial status, and reasons for the procedure. right off the bat he strikes me as one of those doctors who really cares about his patients. when dr kimmel talks, he asks a lot of rhetorical questions, repeats himself and is very deliberate in his speech. its not wrong, some people need to have things explained 6 or 7 times. i would say our conversions were more like lectures. the initial consultation lasts about an hour and he explains basic endocrinology, the process of the surgery, basics of the male and female reproductive system, and the side effects and also whatever tangent he wants to go off on. he managed to start talking about lions, Judaism, and genital warts with me. every once in a while he will ask, "do you find this interesting?" wellllllll, "oh yes of course" i would reply. when he needed to draw a picture he whipped out his prescription form pad and would doodle on that for me. dude get a note pad. the side effects he mentioned with hot flashes, feminizing, sterilization and osteoporosis. except for the osteoporosis, they were all very briefly covered and nothing compared to the info we have here on the side effects on the EA. he asked a set of questions he had written down; am i allergic to anything, do i take medication, do i have and venereal diseases, do i have aids, have i ever had surgery, have i ever had any surgery on my genitalia. i replied no to all of them and he said "wow all no's i cant remember the last time i had that." after our lecture he had me sign a waiver explaining the possible complications with the surgery, i signed it and his assistant mary signed as a witness. i didnt get to talk to mary at all.

i thought the surgery was going to be in there but he lead me to another room, it was set up the same but twice as large as the first. i was asked to strip from the waist down. i laid on the table and he went to change into scrubs. akwarrrd. as he changed my pillow fell on the floor so i was looking straight up the whole surgery. at least i could see out the window and look for things shaped like things in the clouds. he came back in and gave me the antibiotic shot and slapped me in the butt first, it seemed like he didnt do give the shot slow enough and it was quite painful, i winced and sung a castarati high-c note in my head LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA , it was the worst pain of the entire process to date. about a 5.5 out of 10 on the pain scale. 10 being the highest pain. he did an initial examination on my manhood and commented and said you have very large testicles... thanks? he proceeded to use an iodine solution on my area and about 12 inches around my dingdong. (remember i am looking straight up and looking at whats appears to be a beaver in the clouds. so i couldnt, and didnt want to, see anything he was doing, im just going off of feel.) he administered an anesthetic shot with a small needle, the prick didnt hurt but produced a fullness in some sort of vessel in my pelvis. he said he was going slowly so i felt no pain. why didnt you do that on the first shot doc? first one side than the other. then he said randy i tricked you, i already made the incision. from what i understood, he said there would only be a 1/2 inch incision and he could work from there. i was numb and he began his work. he cut cords and tug here and there, there was an electric machine that he used, as he worked with that i felt it and flinched, ow ow ow that hurts a lot. "ow that hurts a little", i told him. he immediately administered more anesthetic a little higher up in the cord. this happened 3 times in the first 20 minutes. he asked me if i wanted him to talk during the surgery, i said that was fine, he has a soothing radio voice. but he didnt talk because he seemed to have a little trouble with the size of my testicles, it seemed like he had to switch up his plan of attack mid surgery. he commented again and said you have extremely large testicles. my boys giving you a little trouble there dr k? heh hooo! more cutting, snipping and coagulation. there was a bad smell of flesh burning but i just breathed out my mouth. after 30 minutes i heard a little plop on the table next to me. i didnt really want to see it but i had to know it was out. i lifted my head up and the first thing i saw was my scrotum that appeared to be cut wide open and there was more blood than i thought there would be. i turned my head and there it was. squeezy, my left testicle just pathetically sitting there like a beached whale. i didnt really think anything except that AOL sign off sound effect played in my head "goodbye." the other side went a lot smoother than the first. a couple snips, no pain and 15 minutes later they were both out. dr kimmel showed me the black stitching he would be using for the sutures, he siad, " i cant use the dissolvable kind because your testicles are so damn big and there is going to be more fluid" are my testicles getting bigger or are you just running out of words for large?. after that was done dr kimmel called for joe, he came in and cleaned up the blood. since i was looking straight up i didnt see joes face before he accessed my tally wacker, which felt kind of weird. joe cleaned me up, gave me the dressing and put on my supporter. after that i just laid there so i didnt get up and faint. i laid there for about 20 minutes talking to dr kimmel.

he said, "you are a good patient and i did a good job." dr kimmel said everything went perfectly. i was really happy it was all over. dr kimmel is just the master. there is nothing more he could have done to ensure i was comfortable, he couldnt have been any more professional. he is one of those doctors who becomes a doctor because they care about people and their well being. i was surprised he didnt offer to give me a piggy back ride to the hotel. he did the surgery alone and even tho he is getting on in years he is still really blew me away with how good he was. there is no reason not to go to dr kimmel if you are considering castration. we just chatted while i recovered and he said he had to make the incision bigger than the normal 1/2 inch because of my size. he got out his Rx pad and said "this is a normal testicle" he drew a large olive shaped thing. then he draws this things that swallows up the olive and says, "this is your testicle, it is more horse (http://www.lifelounge.com/resources/IMG ... e-pony.jpg) than human." oh come on guy now youre just getting crazy about this. we both laughed, i sat up waited then stood up. i wasnt dizzy but i got a little head rush. i put my clothes on carefully. mary came in gave me my care package and instructions. me and dr kimmel said goodbye and i was on my way. i got there at 9:15 and i didnt walk out the door until 1:00 pm. nothing about dr kimmel is rushed. he says he works slowly so that he does everything right and doesnt cause any pain.

i made a point of following his instructions exactly, since he told me that is why he explains everything so thoroughly, because some people just dont follow instructions and he really wants his patients to heal properly. i made sure to use the ramps connecting the street to the curb as i walked to the hotel. i got some ice and laid down to investigate my care package. there was 4 sets of pills in little pouches: 1 valium to help me sleep, antibiotics, laxatives, and ibuprofen for pain. there was also extra dressings and written instructions along with a bag for ice. dr kimmel called me around 6pm to check on me, he wished me well and said have a quiet night. i filled up my ice busket, (i call buckets or baskets; buskets.) and had a nice bible study. things could not have gone any better.

[mrt (imported)]

Well you got what you wanted. I cringe about you loosing your "horse" sized testes. I can think of a number of guys who wished they had that problem. *Me included! But no don't send them!

I'm surprised you were told to use Dial soap before the surgery?

I'm curious if Dr K said anything about the cords reattaching of if he went up "laproscopaly" (Sorry spelexed rong) to cut them higher?