gandalf (imported) wrote: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:50 pm
Congratulations and I pray for a speedy recovery. Since your son is affected (or effectively) a eunuch, does that mean no grandchildren?
Gandalf
No grandchildren [sigh]. I guess that's why we have 7 cats, and my son has a dog and 2 cats.
Hash (imported) wrote: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:18 pm
Congrats and enjoy. It's an exciting time and one you won't soon forget. Be brave, Dr. Kimmel will treat you wonderfully, so will Mary. Remember to ask the good doctor if he has thought about getting an apprentice, it's for the benefit of all EA members and wannabees. Let us know what you think of the good doctor too, I expect a full report. Hope the time passes quickly and that the weather is great! Philly is pfun! Take in the sights. Hash
Just wondering...since, as you've said before, your son is effectively a eunuch already...will he be getting cut also?
Kangan (imported) wrote: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:58 pm
On Monday, October 20th, at 9:30am EDT, I will be sitting in Dr. Kimmel's waiting room. Then I will go lie naked on the table where he has castrated many a man (or she-male). I intend to make a full report of my experience to the EA upon my return home as soon as I am feeling up to sitting at my keyboard (probably around 10/25 or so).
As of today the initial deposit has been mailed in. My son and I are driving to Philadelphia. According to Kimmel, we can return home immediately after the operation as long as I don't try to drive (of course!). Since the passenger seat in my Hummer will recline almost flat, it should make for an easy return trip.
jane_says (imported) wrote: Sat Oct 04, 2008 4:21 pm
I highly recommend the Mutter Museum at the Physicians' College. It's awesome and something you will never forget.
I second this recommendation. Medical oddities galore! I usually spend the first hour of any given visit there jumping up and down and grinning like a three year old. Definitely definitely worth the time, and who knows? Maybe one of us will end up there someday!
emasculateme (imported) wrote: Tue Oct 07, 2008 4:26 am
Just wondering...since, as you've said before, your son is effectively a eunuch already...will he be getting cut also?
My son is the designated driver, so he will not be getting cut. I did ask him if he would like to lose his balls and he said, "No."
I appreciate your letting us know what you are doing and wish you the best of luck with it all. I don't know what your son thinks of it but he must be very supportive and that must be a help in going forward. Let us know how it all goes after the fact and take care of yourself.
My best regards and wishes for a satisfactory outcome in every respect.
It was very strange felling to walk the final city block from the Best Western Motel to the wedge shaped 3-story red brick building displaying a silver Cadeucus (spelling?) knowing how many had gone this way before.
Entering the front doors, I was a bit non-plussed to find no building directory or other directional signs. In fact the ground floor appeared deserted and empty. Knowing that Dr. Kimmel's suite was on the second floor, I entered the elevator and pushed the "2." A loud "Buzz" announced my arrival on the second floor as the door slid open.
Again to my surprise and dismay, the floor appeared empty and deserted, as the receptionist's cubicle was dark and empty. Suddenly a tall middle-aged man appeared from down the hall. "Are you here to see Dr. Kimmel?"
"Yes...?" I mumbled in reply. This must be Joe, the assistant, I thought, or is this Igor, Dr. Frankenstein's assistant?
"Have a seat." The somewhat sinister looking fellow silently vanished back to whence he had come.
Perhaps 5-minutes passed. Then Mary, the receptionist appeared and introduced herself. We shook hands. She lead me down the hall to a room on the left full of miscelaneous medical equipment and supplies. "Have a seat."
I looked around. There was an antique exam table complete with stirrups and straps worthy of a Dom's dungeon. A chill sent sudden shivers up and down my spine. What had I let myself in for?
Time passed..... Suddenly the door flew open and a rather young looking but older man with dyed blond hair walked in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Kimmel."
Whew, I thought, he doesn't look like Dr. Frankenstein after all!
The Dr. and I talked for a good hour. I told him why I wanted a bilateral orchiectomy, and what sorts of things that I had tried in the way of sefl-castration in the past. He congratulated me on being so candid. "I get a lot of weird phone calls," he sighed, "where the caller is obviously masturbating as we speak...."
I nodded in agreement. "We get all sorts of those types on line also...."
Mary came in with a paper for me to sign. I was amazed to find that it used the word "castration" rather than orchiectomy. Clearly, the doctor wanted no misunderstandings as to what sort of surgery was to be performed.
Visions of the now defunct TV show, "Fear Factor" raced through my brain. This was it! Chicken out right now or eat the worms while sitting in a tank full of spiders. Did I really want to do this?
I signed the form. Mary turned to me, "One more small detail. I need the rest of the fee now." I handed her the money. I was committed... well almost....
Across the hall we went into a much cleaner room with modern equipment and better lighting. The surgical table was draped and ready (no stirrups) and the drugs and instruments were laid out in precise rows on a sterile side table. I undressed except for shirt and socks and got up on the table. I can still tell him "no," and get up and leave, I thought. But you have been wanting this for over 34-years now, my other thought intruded. I lay still and waited for the first injection.
The needles hurt, unlike the vasectomy that I had had 34-years before. It seems that Dr. Kimmel injects the regional block first and then uses a local afterwards. With the vasectomy it had been the reverse. "OW! OW! Ooh!" Nasty. That regional anesthetic really hurt going in. But I got numb very quickly.
You can still chicken out, my brain reminded me. I lay there and did nothing. The doctor made the first cut, but I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't really see much either. "You need a mirror on the ceiling," I suggested.
A few minutes passed. Suddenly, the doctor held out his gloved hand for my inspection. I saw a pink testicle with cut short attachments dangling. "There's the right one," Dr. K. told me. "It seems to be perfectly normal, so your clamping did not affect it after all."
"I was afraid of that," I agreed. "That's why I am here."
"We'll quickly have your problem with too much Testosterone solved," he continued as he turned back to my nether regions with his scalpel in hand.
For a split second the thought of making him stop crossed my mind, and then faded. Soon I was rewarded with the vision of a second slightly larger testicle gently cradled in his palm.
Wow! I'm now truly an eunuch! the thought went whirling through my mind. It's done! A feeling of peace and joy flooded my body and soul. I wanted to leap up from the table and head for home. "Lie down," he reminded me, "I have to sew you up!"
"Oops, pardon me," I mumbled as I sank back down onto the table.
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My son came in while I was dressing so he could hear the instructions for my aftercare. My son later told me that he had never seen me with such a wide smile as at that moment.
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Finally we were out onto the open road of the Pennsylvania Turnpike and the traffic was minimal. My son turned to me and with a really strange expression, half disbelief - half admiration, on his face, and said, "I never thought that you had the Balls to do something like that!" Both of us burst out laughing....
