A Neutered (but thankfully NOT gelded) Blogger

With all due respect to the Cleveland Cavaliers, their former superstar (and his sprained ankle), and the little war of words that’s gone on there over the past few weeks concerning karmic payback for this or that perceived slight…I submit the following simple tale: 1. man goes to Las Vegas, the city of sin and excess for the weekend, 2. man comes home Monday, 3. on Tuesday man gets vasectomy.

On the plus side, having never had any real surgery before (tooth extractions don’t count) I got my fist ever prescription for Oxycodone. Sweet! The dreamless sleep it has imparted was kind of nice really. Have icebag, will party (relatively speaking).

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    1. The Oxy was very nice, though only at night. The rest of the time it was only Ibuprofen 600 mg blasts. I don’t know that I could have written anything coherent on the prescription stuff. In any case I’m a true believer of vice in moderation…

  2. Oh Ian, don’t ever hesitate to TRY to write on the “prescription stuff!” I for one can always use a good belly laugh!

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