The date for my vasectomy has arrived. It's only a matter of a few weeks. I'm not as worried as when I was waiting to have it done at the end of last year. I have less attachment to my 'Sexticles' these days.  it will be like carrying around two empty barrels. I wonder if they will eventually have spiders living in them and one brown leaf, like plant pots in a disused shed. I was meant to have a pre assessment but I can't remember if I went. I want general anaesthetic to knock me out for definite. When I recover in hospital I can picture myself walking through the ward like a zombie, like Jack Nicholson in 'One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest'. Maybe I will befriend an Indian who will throw a sink through the window. Maybe I won't wake up..shit!.
One thing will come from it that I look forward to, watching films and playing computer games. Near a week of couch sitting... Bliss.