chopitoff

... but I'm on my way towards recovery because I decided to CHOP IT OFF! (The foreskins that is... not my penis) Anyway why beat around the bush? There is a story to be told here and it starts like this.

Yesterday I had a circumcision.

I don't remember being gassed.
I don't remember waking up.

All I knew is that I was laying in a hospital bed minus a foreskin, and listening to some guy singing a Chris Isaac Song... I even had a bit of a hum along! It was just after 10am and without any knowledge or recollection of what had just happened I was flat on my back in a hospital ward having just been 'chopped' by a doctor and some nurses in a room while under a general anasthetic.

This is a real life account of what I am going through post-op in the hope that it will help ease the minds of other people who are scared shitless of having a circumcision. I no longer belong to your exclusive little Phimosis club... maybe oneday if you decide to cancel your membership too - this will help ease your mind.

I'm paying to advertise this blog on google out of my own pocket. Why? Because I could never find anything like this myself so this is my GIFT TO YOU.