Dr. Dick Tapper did my vasectomy 14 years ago. Besides the worlds best/worst name for being a urologist, he had the world's "gayest" nurse that came in, shaved my junk, stretched it out like he was running a firehose, and then taped it to my stomach.
They put a curtain over my waist so I couldn't see what was going on after that. There was a lot of idle chatter, they kept commenting on "it's nice to have a larger sack to work with", because I guess a lot of guys shrivel up to nothing on the table, and then there was a sudden pain like getting kicked in the nuts by a football player. Dr. Tapper looked over and said "Aw come on, it's not that bad...I almost used all my medicine on you already!". He then took a giant needle, stuck it up in the air to be sure I could see it, then jabbed me like the shower scene on Psycho.
After that, I was told not to ejaculate for three weeks. THREE WEEKS! I don't think I've ever gone three days without masturbating. I have a diary of that period of my life. It's titled "The Dark Times."