When I wrote my post called My Crazy Vasectomy Story at the beginning of this year, I never imagined I’d have something interesting to add to it. But I do.
My doctor who performed the procedure way back in 1998 was great. In fact, I wish all doctors had the bedside manners and pleasant disposition that he demonstrated.
I hadn’t seen him since. Until today. I setup an appointment to see him regarding a urology related matter and during my visit, I asked him if he remembers the male nurse who looked like famed soul singer, James Brown. “Of course!”, he said. “Thomas still works here in a department upstairs. I’ve always enjoyed joking with him.”
“Well let me share one of the crazy things that happened after I got home from my procedure back in 1998…”, and I then proceeded to share the short version of my story including the aftermath when I got home with the deed now done. “My wife had quite the meltdown! I ended up taking a 3 day camping trip while recovering”. My doctor’s face cringed with empathy.
“It’s funny you mentioned that”, he replied, “there was a woman with long dark hair around that time who demanded to see me. She was very upset that I performed a vasectomy on her husband, and she asked something about ‘why wasn’t her approval a requirement?'”. My mouth dropped open. “I bet that that was my ex-wife”, I said. “She wasn’t always right in the head!”. My doctor nodded with understanding. He continued, “I told her that no one had a shotgun to his head and no handcuffs were involved. I treat my patients as adults.” He then shared that, “I now have a policy of no longer meeting with spouses post-op who don’t have a medical appointment”. “Yes, sounds like a good policy”, I replied.
On my way down the hall after my appointment, the doctor added one last thing. “Perhaps on a positive note, you can thank me in part for how things ended?”. I laughed, smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
Life sure can be funny.