Like a kick in the balls

So my procedure last Friday went off without a hitch; actually, I probably got out of there early, because we arrived early and the doctor was ready (since this was a reschedule due to him being sick for my first appointment, I think he was trying to get his schedule back under control). Nothing too unusual during the surgery itself, except that I learned that the blood vessels/nerves for the scrotum connect somewhere up around your belly (which is why you get that sensation way up there when you get racked, fellas). No pain, no surprises, except he does something unusual to ensure that there are no "surprises" later on: he uses a cauterizing wire to scar 1/2" of the vas deferens on either side of the snip, in addition to tying it off. Ever seen smoke rising from your crotch? Tres weird.

Spent the rest of the weekend flat on my back, read about 2 1/2 books, and slept more per day than I probably have in years. No painful reactions to speak of, but I do have to compliment saffronhare (and her florist) on the truly inspired "grapefruit-sized puffballs with cattail" floral arrangement that arrived Friday afternoon. Damn funny, I must say.

So what am I complaining about being kicked in the balls for? ( It's never what you expect.. )

::edit:: My aunt said that the seizures stopped late last night, so they are revamping the 'final decisions' framework they'd been working under. Right now a Limited DNR is being worked up, and the possibilities of a plan for her to leave the hospital in the same condition she entered, if possible. She's out of the coma as they taper the meds, but still not conscious/responding to non-pain stimuli.

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( That floral arrangement I've been talking about )

Clever, isn't she?