I had mine 17 years ago, second child, one girl, one boy, family in place and decided to get it done. My procedure went fine, at that time the procedure was done like a production line by the doctor skipping from room to room at the hospital. As I was leaving my room, the door across the hall was open and all I could see was this guy with his feet toward me, head up looking out the door looking like a deer in the headlights (terrified). I was fine, but decided to moan and shuffle all the way down the hall out of the hospital. I can be a mean bastard sometimes.
A buddy of mine went through hell though, not because of the initial operation, but for other reasons. Him and his wife decided it was time for the procedure. Gets it done, gets home, his butt is about 3" from hitting the couch when his wife states "I changed my mind and want another child". Being the loving husband he is, calls doctor and the corrective surgery is scheduled. It's surgery this time, not a procedure. Supposed to take about 30 minutes, complications arise and the surgery lasts about 3 hours. Finally awakens in the hospital room, balls as big as melons hurting like hell. Wife leans over and states "I changed my mind". My friend is one of the nicest, calmest, easy going guys I know stated "If I was not in such excruciating at that moment, I would have risen off the bed and done something I would have regretted". It is not that his wife is a mean hearted person, she is just a ditz. A pretty ditz, but a ditz just the same.
