WELL TWO ACTUALLY
I made it!
The surgeon's laser wielding hand was steady and my worst case scenario of him sneezing and accidentally slicing my scrotum off like a Jedi light sabre never happened.
and of course only geldings are allowed to guard harems. HEllO?
My good-lady-wife has made it quite clear that men are wussies and that we don't know the meaning of PAIN, so I shall forgo any useless pleading for sympathy.
Actually, aside from 5? unnerving plumes of smoke rising from my swimsuit area, it was relatively uneventful.
Which is comforting when you consider the fact that all male Earthlings spend every day of their lives trying to avoid having their bag perforated by a sharp object!
The Doctor did mention that my boys put up a brave fight and valiantly tried to hide from him. I wanted to hide too, especially when the receptionist walked in to drop something off. Not only is she presented with the sight of my freshly shaved manbag, but my terrified and totally turtled willy has been unceremoniously strapped to my shirt...
find a happy place.
I will be following Doctor's orders and taking it easy for a few days..fortunately there is a Parliamentary Coup taking place so I'll have plenty to blog about.
Thanks to one and all for your comforting words as well as the good natured and well intentioned admonishments.