The vasectomy doc named Buzz prescribed Xanax and legumes.
“The Xanax is for before,” Buzz said. “While the pharmacist counts the pills, grab a couple bags of frozen peas for the swelling after.”
“I’ve got ice packs at home,” I said.
“Ice packs won’t mold to your body,” Buzz said, holding up a cupped palm. “See what I mean?”
I popped the Xanax and don’t remember the vasectomy.
I’ve never regretted it, except for a few hours one night, dinner and afterwards, my lady and I got all dreamy.
The next morning we argued, and my regret vanished.
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