This is exactly what I said when they took the syringe to my ballsack.
@Adam be sure to go for the local anaesthesia if that’s an option, you’ll get funnier strips out of it I promise 😀
When I had mine done, I was introduced to an attractive young female doctor specializing in urology. I usually am pretty cool about being used as a training aid, but this is where I drew the line. “I have no objection to her observing. I don’t want any tools passing back and forth hand to hand – I’ve had that before with training physicians and I always get hurt or yanked. Not this time. I also don’t want anything yanked out or up in weird directions for a better look. If you’re willing to agree to those restrictions, then I have no objections.” There was a pub next door and I went to toast my survival (it actually wasn’t that bad) and after I finished my beer, while waiting for the wife to collect me, I remembered that they’d given me a trank of some kind before I went in, with specific instructions to avoid alcohol. Oops. When my wife arrived, she wondered why I was so giggly.
Well dang, if you are going to do it that way, I don’t think you actually need a doctor…
It’s a reasonable assumption, there are only 3 main interactions with the crotch and it’s very inappropriate for a doctor to do the other 2.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
I’ll say only one thing. OUCH!
This is exactly what I said when they took the syringe to my ballsack.
@Adam be sure to go for the local anaesthesia if that’s an option, you’ll get funnier strips out of it I promise 😀
When I had mine done, I was introduced to an attractive young female doctor specializing in urology. I usually am pretty cool about being used as a training aid, but this is where I drew the line. “I have no objection to her observing. I don’t want any tools passing back and forth hand to hand – I’ve had that before with training physicians and I always get hurt or yanked. Not this time. I also don’t want anything yanked out or up in weird directions for a better look. If you’re willing to agree to those restrictions, then I have no objections.” There was a pub next door and I went to toast my survival (it actually wasn’t that bad) and after I finished my beer, while waiting for the wife to collect me, I remembered that they’d given me a trank of some kind before I went in, with specific instructions to avoid alcohol. Oops. When my wife arrived, she wondered why I was so giggly.
STOP AT 2 KIDS! WE CAN’T MOVE AGAIN!!!