Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

to crack my eyelids open. A face appeared in my field of vision – kind eyes framed by a blue surgical mask, blonde hair tucked neatly under a cap that had little cartoon cats on it.

“There you are,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice even though I couldn’t see it. “I’m Kelly. I’ve been taking care of you in recovery. Your surgery went continue reading …