Thanks everyone.



Things went great.


I appreciate the thoughts.


:hut:

xplnyrslf said:

Mine was done at 18. Let's just say that every morning was an event. Ouch!

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

Hell yes - especially when the pad that they cover it with catches a stitch and tears that stitch out - and the blood starts to drip at a constant, leaky-tap rate until the maxi-pad formally-known-as-white is soon entirely red...

So you're standing there in the bathroom toilet during visiting time, not particularly wanting to walk out into the busy hospital hallway with a blood-drenched maxi-pad in one hand, and a savaged, bloody, stitch covered cock in the other hand (worsened by the fact that in your still semi-anesthetized/confusing state, said cock in your hand could be anybodies, I mean, it looks completely unrecognizable as your life-long best buddy that it was before you were gurneyed into the operation theater just hours before - that comfort factor you had your whole life up to that point is suddenly gone! {no female reading this could ever understand the psychologically disturbing harshness of a moment like this})

Let's be honest here, every guy has a nickname for his knob, and I tell ya, wee Picasso wasn't looking too flash that day...

So you're standing there in a light-headed, confused daze, thinking: "okay, ah, what's my next step here..."

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[Edited 3/8/08 1:33am]

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

Hell yes - especially when the pad that they cover it with catches a stitch and tears that stitch out - and the blood starts to drip at a constant, leaky-tap rate until the maxi-pad formally-known-as-white is soon entirely red...

So you're standing there in the bathroom toilet during visiting time, not particularly wanting to walk out into the busy hospital hallway with a blood-drenched maxi-pad in one hand, and a savaged, bloody, stitch covered cock in the other hand (worsened by the fact that in your still semi-anesthetized/confusing state, said cock in your hand could be anybodies, I mean, it looks completely unrecognizable as your life-long best buddy that it was before you were gurneyed into the operation theater just hours before - that comfort factor you had your whole life up to that point is suddenly gone! {no female reading this could ever understand the psychologically disturbing harshness of a moment like this})

Let's be honest here, every guy has a nickname for his knob, and I tell ya, wee Picasso wasn't looking too flash that day...

So you're standing there in a light-headed, confused daze, thinking: "okay, ah, what's my next step here..."

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[Edited 3/8/08 1:33am]

ok, Thanks for those touching circumcision stories guys


How long did it take you guys to heal?





Also, since we're talking about all manner of shit on this fine thread, how long does it take a tattoo to heal?

ok, Thanks for those touching circumcision stories guys


How long did it take you guys to heal?

Imago said:

Physically or Mentally?...

Physical Healing:
Put it this way, a raging hard-on would've been very undesirable for a good 2 weeks (you can't help but fear the whole thing bursting and causing Tarantino-level blood spurts!). I guess it was around the 2 week mark that the doctor took the scissors to the remaining 16 not-so-dissolvable stitches - the other 3 hadn't dissolved - merely i had had 3 fun cases of 'tear 'n bleed' as described above (the most embarrassing involved walking through the main street in town at about day 3, feeling a little discomfort, looking down at a rather large blood-soaked region in the front of my jeans - and having to cover it and walk ever-so-casually back to the car, hoping nobody had noticed).

Daily showering was the most horrific experience for 2 or 3 weeks after the op, as water hitting the super-sensitive head was frankly an indescribable torture (lessened only by wearing underwear in the shower for the first 10 or so days). After a couple of weeks the sensitivity thankfully decreases back to pre-op levels (but contrary to the tired argument I've heard that sensitivity is less for those circumcised as opposed to those not - trust me, it's BULLSHIT).

But apart from super-sensitivity, showering, stubborn stitches that refused to dissolve and an unnatural fear of a sudden hard-on, things were sweet from about day 3 (after the town experience) on. I could imagine what it was gonna look like without the stitches and it was pretty damn Porn!


Emotional Healing:
The first day was a mindfuck, i tell ya! Especially the first dopey/anesthetized viewing upon awakening. Dig if you will this fricken picture: In your confused, groggy state you look down and see an OJ Simpson level slaughter crime scene - seriously, it's been brutalized! Length-wise it was like a badly-beaten snail that had fully retreated into its shell - in contrast, girth-wise, it was the swollen chubby thickness of a full-on boner! Add to this 19 stitches and a CSI crime-scene level of drying blood and it looked like Lorena Bobbitt had chopped off a raging hard-on! And not just anybodies - mine!

Trust me, try as I just have, words just don't do that moment justice. I completely didn't recognize it - horrific confusion... Those 2 days in hospital were hell, every nurse on the floor wanting to peek the damage. Any other time in my life I'd be thrilled to have women in those numbers wanting to take a look, but not then!

But within a couple of days of leaving hospital it was all good. Although not wanting the rush of blood for a couple of weeks, I couldn't wait to try it out. And thankfully neither could my curious ex-girlfriend who waited 3 weeks then jumped me. And damn it was all worth it. Having experienced it both ways all I can say is that if you ever have a son, get it done! It really is better in every respect.

Porn baby, porn!


Hmmmm... So this is what the General Discussion area is like huh? Cool... (Think I'll now go into hiding for a few weeks until this one's all forgotten...)
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[Edited 3/8/08 21:31pm]

Unless the staff were examining you with magnifying glasses, don't feel bad.

Imago said:

Physically or Mentally?...

Physical Healing:
Put it this way, a raging hard-on would've been very undesirable for a good 2 weeks (you can't help but fear the whole thing bursting and causing Tarantino-level blood spurts!). I guess it was around the 2 week mark that the doctor took the scissors to the remaining 16 not-so-dissolvable stitches - the other 3 hadn't dissolved - merely i had had 3 fun cases of 'tear 'n bleed' as described above (the most embarrassing involved walking through the main street in town at about day 3, feeling a little discomfort, looking down at a rather large blood-soaked region in the front of my jeans - and having to cover it and walk ever-so-casually back to the car, hoping nobody had noticed).

Daily showering was the most horrific experience for 2 or 3 weeks after the op, as water hitting the super-sensitive head was frankly an indescribable torture (lessened only by wearing underwear in the shower for the first 10 or so days). After a couple of weeks the sensitivity thankfully decreases back to pre-op levels (but contrary to the tired argument I've heard that sensitivity is less for those circumcised as opposed to those not - trust me, it's BULLSHIT).

But apart from super-sensitivity, showering, stubborn stitches that refused to dissolve and an unnatural fear of a sudden hard-on, things were sweet from about day 3 (after the town experience) on. I could imagine what it was gonna look like without the stitches and it was pretty damn Porn!


Emotional Healing:
The first day was a mindfuck, i tell ya! Especially the first dopey/anesthetized viewing upon awakening. Dig if you will this fricken picture: In your confused, groggy state you look down and see an OJ Simpson level slaughter crime scene - seriously, it's been brutalized! Length-wise it was like a badly-beaten snail that had fully retreated into its shell - in contrast, girth-wise, it was the swollen chubby thickness of a full-on boner! Add to this 19 stitches and a CSI crime-scene level of drying blood and it looked like Lorena Bobbitt had chopped off a raging hard-on! And not just anybodies - mine!

Trust me, try as I just have, words just don't do that moment justice. I completely didn't recognize it - horrific confusion... Those 2 days in hospital were hell, every nurse on the floor wanting to peek the damage. Any other time in my life I'd be thrilled to have women in those numbers wanting to take a look, but not then!

But within a couple of days of leaving hospital it was all good. Although not wanting the rush of blood for a couple of weeks, I couldn't wait to try it out. And thankfully neither could my curious ex-girlfriend who waited 3 weeks then jumped me. And damn it was all worth it. Having experienced it both ways all I can say is that if you ever have a son, get it done! It really is better in every respect.

Porn baby, porn!


Hmmmm... So this is what the General Discussion area is like huh? Cool... (Think I'll now go into hiding for a few weeks until this one's all forgotten...)
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[Edited 3/8/08 21:31pm]

oh dear god

So I assume you had to remove the guaze/bandage the first day or so.
Does the blood dry and make it stick to the penis? I mean, how do you take it off? soak it?

It took you weeks to heal?

How long does it take a tattoo to heal?
Its essential scraped skin isn't it?

Imago said:

The guaze maxi-pads had a habit of 'attaching' themselves to the odd stitch (or more accurately the other way round). So that first afternoon when I wondered down to the hospital toilet I guess I didn't realize how gently you were supposed to remove said guaze pad. Boy did I learn quick after that experience! (But it still happened again the following day)
To answer the "how do you take it off" question: You ever played Pick-up Sticks or Jenga?...The answer is carefully. Very, very carefully

The real healing only took a few days (with the odd stitch breaking/bleeding) - after about 5 or 6 days the stitches had served their purpose and were fast becoming a nuisance - and if they'd dissolved like Dr Einstein assumed they would it would've made life easier.

But it was razor-blades-on-your-eyeball sensitive for a couple of weeks - and you really didn't want to Think With It, let alone touch it or use it for a solid 2 weeks. As little blood-flow as possible was that fortnights mantra...

One thing's for sure: as cool as it mite be to have, I'll NEVER get a Prince Albert!!...

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

Hell yes - especially when the pad that they cover it with catches a stitch and tears that stitch out - and the blood starts to drip at a constant, leaky-tap rate until the maxi-pad formally-known-as-white is soon entirely red...

So you're standing there in the bathroom toilet during visiting time, not particularly wanting to walk out into the busy hospital hallway with a blood-drenched maxi-pad in one hand, and a savaged, bloody, stitch covered cock in the other hand (worsened by the fact that in your still semi-anesthetized/confusing state, said cock in your hand could be anybodies, I mean, it looks completely unrecognizable as your life-long best buddy that it was before you were gurneyed into the operation theater just hours before - that comfort factor you had your whole life up to that point is suddenly gone! {no female reading this could ever understand the psychologically disturbing harshness of a moment like this})

Let's be honest here, every guy has a nickname for his knob, and I tell ya, wee Picasso wasn't looking too flash that day...

So you're standing there in a light-headed, confused daze, thinking: "okay, ah, what's my next step here..."

.
[Edited 3/8/08 1:33am]