My Visit to Dr. Kimmel
Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 5:05 am
If you have read about me and my past, you would know that I've been "technically" a eunuch, more or less for the past several years. But I still had a right testicle, though from years of abuse it was not producing much testosterone. My testosterone levels varied from 99-126, low enough to be considered to have severe hypogonadism and one urologist said I was a eunuch, but recently this testicle had been causing me pain, sometimes sharp pain. I had had enough and went to see the good Dr. Kimmel again, yesterday, 22 March 06. It's only one and a half hours from my home, so I'm fortunate.
Dr. Kimmel's office is still a mess since it's going through extensive renovation. He told me he sold the building, was tired of leases and having people call him during the night because a pipe broke, etc. Said he was moving upstairs. He asked me tons of questions, and he talks alot as some of you know, (not in a bad way, he's completely thorough), but when I got the chance, I ventured to ask him about his future and whether he was getting a replacement. His answer was this, "It's difficult to find someone willing to battle the legal problems associated with what I do, I'm not sure if I'll find anyone." That said to me that perhaps he has tried to find someone, but to no avail. So, if you've been putting off the easiest way of getting castrated, your days are numbered to take advantage of his services. Dr. Kimmel was very sharp in many ways, though at times he seemed to be slow and needed Joe's assistance from time to time. But I didn't ever feel that his age caused a problem with his competency. (Joe is his assitant like nurse, might even be a nurse, I don't know for sure and didn't care to ask).
Now about my unilateral orchi. Dr. Kimmel asked me to undress and stand to the side of the operating table, he slapped my butt and stuck me with a needle. It surprised me, but I didn't hardly feel the needle. I think "slapping the butt," is an old way of taking away the sting of the needle. Anyway, then he had me lay down, took a look at what he was doing, got another needle, stuck my scrotum several times with some other numbing agent that was supposed to last 5 hours (and did). Then he turned on the cauterizing machine/scalpel. He did not give me a valuim, neither did I ask for one, so I was wide awake. He tested to see if I was numb, and when I assured him that I was, he started cutting. The smell was the worse thing that I had to endure. Cauterizing flesh smells putrid. After a few minutes I felt a painful tug in my side and flinched. He noticed and said, "Let me numb that some more for you," and he did. After that I didn't feel much of nothing. Soon he produced the remains of my small testicle and said, "This thing is not good, doesn't look cancerous, but it's a mess. I'm glad you got it out, it would probably cause you problems down the road." Then he took his time and stiched me up. He told me to lay still for several minutes, then asked me to sit up slowly. Again he made sure I was feeling o.k., then he said "Stand up." I stood up, was a little woozy and he made me sit in a chair. When I was ready, he told me to get dressed. He asked me to come into his office, which I did, and then he gave me and my wife a list of instructions to follow. Mary brought me a "goody" bag, with some pills (one valium, ibuprofen, stool softeners. Then he gave me a script for "anitbiotics" and wished me well. I follwed the instructions, "legs elevated, ice bag, ibuprofen, valium," and had a good night. So now I'm no longer "technically a eunuch," I am one actually and feel great about it. (Mary is an interesting character, she has to have seen thousands of men come in as fully functioning men, and leave eunuchs. I got the feeling talking to her, that she was surprised at why men choose to become eunuchs. Someday I'd loved to interview her, and intend on doing that. It would make a great article, probably could fill a book.
One more thing, Dr. Kimmel noticed my receding hair line, widows peak and gave me a prescription for "Proscar" (propecia?). Said in 6 months I should have hair. We'll see. Not that I'm that vain or caring about it at my age, 48. Just wanted to share my experience, hope it helps. Hash
Dr. Kimmel's office is still a mess since it's going through extensive renovation. He told me he sold the building, was tired of leases and having people call him during the night because a pipe broke, etc. Said he was moving upstairs. He asked me tons of questions, and he talks alot as some of you know, (not in a bad way, he's completely thorough), but when I got the chance, I ventured to ask him about his future and whether he was getting a replacement. His answer was this, "It's difficult to find someone willing to battle the legal problems associated with what I do, I'm not sure if I'll find anyone." That said to me that perhaps he has tried to find someone, but to no avail. So, if you've been putting off the easiest way of getting castrated, your days are numbered to take advantage of his services. Dr. Kimmel was very sharp in many ways, though at times he seemed to be slow and needed Joe's assistance from time to time. But I didn't ever feel that his age caused a problem with his competency. (Joe is his assitant like nurse, might even be a nurse, I don't know for sure and didn't care to ask).
Now about my unilateral orchi. Dr. Kimmel asked me to undress and stand to the side of the operating table, he slapped my butt and stuck me with a needle. It surprised me, but I didn't hardly feel the needle. I think "slapping the butt," is an old way of taking away the sting of the needle. Anyway, then he had me lay down, took a look at what he was doing, got another needle, stuck my scrotum several times with some other numbing agent that was supposed to last 5 hours (and did). Then he turned on the cauterizing machine/scalpel. He did not give me a valuim, neither did I ask for one, so I was wide awake. He tested to see if I was numb, and when I assured him that I was, he started cutting. The smell was the worse thing that I had to endure. Cauterizing flesh smells putrid. After a few minutes I felt a painful tug in my side and flinched. He noticed and said, "Let me numb that some more for you," and he did. After that I didn't feel much of nothing. Soon he produced the remains of my small testicle and said, "This thing is not good, doesn't look cancerous, but it's a mess. I'm glad you got it out, it would probably cause you problems down the road." Then he took his time and stiched me up. He told me to lay still for several minutes, then asked me to sit up slowly. Again he made sure I was feeling o.k., then he said "Stand up." I stood up, was a little woozy and he made me sit in a chair. When I was ready, he told me to get dressed. He asked me to come into his office, which I did, and then he gave me and my wife a list of instructions to follow. Mary brought me a "goody" bag, with some pills (one valium, ibuprofen, stool softeners. Then he gave me a script for "anitbiotics" and wished me well. I follwed the instructions, "legs elevated, ice bag, ibuprofen, valium," and had a good night. So now I'm no longer "technically a eunuch," I am one actually and feel great about it. (Mary is an interesting character, she has to have seen thousands of men come in as fully functioning men, and leave eunuchs. I got the feeling talking to her, that she was surprised at why men choose to become eunuchs. Someday I'd loved to interview her, and intend on doing that. It would make a great article, probably could fill a book.
One more thing, Dr. Kimmel noticed my receding hair line, widows peak and gave me a prescription for "Proscar" (propecia?). Said in 6 months I should have hair. We'll see. Not that I'm that vain or caring about it at my age, 48. Just wanted to share my experience, hope it helps. Hash