The cast removal did not go precisely how I had anticipated that it would.

My prediction was that I would turn up, the doctor would take it off and that would be that. As it transpired the doctor examined it, sent me off to see the nurse who examined it as well, then they both examined it and there was much toing and froing of the most time consuming nature and some confusion over who should remove it until it was finally revealed that I was to remove it.

So I hopped about a bit and painfully seperated scrotum from sling and saw with some distaste that it had been so hard to remove thanks to numerous layers of blood that had fused the two together.

The nurse then checked was type of stitches I had with a terror-inspiring contraption (a load of dissolvables and one they would have to remove), then coated my balls in salt-water and wiped the blood off of them (which hurt a lot) and then told me that I could now have baths at home, which was a relief.

I am going Japanese at the moment: showering fully clean before soaking in a bath with teatree oil and soap. Nurse's orders. Also quite nice.

What was nice was scraped the dead skin which had accumulated freely upon my balls across the nine unwashed days preceding it, eight of which it had been totally covered. Quite satisfying but very messy.

Beauge Method currently unhold until I get over my fear of rupturing each and every time I masturbate.

Cast is coming off tomorrow!

Thank the stars...This thing is becoming most irksome. Tight and confining and starting to smell of musk fairly badly. But soon I shall be free.

Gah, pesky testicles...

In not too much pain today, pain meds did a damn fine job on my head since I was in agony this morning.

Finding it difficult to believe that I am still only on day three, it feels like easily a week has passed already. I do have the consolation that at least my penis is not in pain too as it would have been but for the good Doctor. My penis does seem to be a lot more furled of late though, probably something to do with the skin loosened up from the hydrocele's removal.

I am hoping very much that there is not much in the way of scarring.

So much for out-patient... <_<

Basically I was expecting my surgery at around 8-9 AM yesterday morning, I was glad because that seemed pretty soon and I was hoping to get the whole process over and done with at top speed.

I had some cream applied to my hand to numb it nicely so the tube would not hurt when shoved in and watched a BBC new report about the cost of parking at hospitals and the heatwave that was apparently going to strike as soon as I was bed bound.

Then a nurse brought some bad news, apparently due to some reason or other (perhaps a mix-up or maybe some emergencies) my op had been delayed to around 2PM. I was less than pleased at this turn of affairs but decided kicking up a fuss would not really acheive anything and so just waited, spending the time reading and on the internet. I also met the anaethetist who was a lovely chap and very encouraging. Oh and the nurses were superb, as NHS nurses tend to be.

It turned out the delay was even larger than expected and eventually I did not get the op performed until around five upon the clock, most irksome and the wait dragged on horribly towards the end when I was moved into another waiting room and a wait I had expected to reach around the five minute mark took forty.

But finally, and about ten minutes after the doctor had checked my weight I was ushered through to the surgery room and had a tube inserted into my left hand (which had had another application of the cream since the last one wore off) that I barely even felt and then I was put under.

Beforehand though I told them that the prepuplastory was cancelled since I had cured it via the Beauge Method (I thought that they would already know!) so the stretch was not performed, thankfully. However I was also a little paranoid about awakening a prepuce short and sans sheath (which would have made all my hard wanking work a bit of a waste of time, not to mention the Beaugeblog itself) and thus jotted down "Circumcision" under the list of operations I was not prepared to have performed upon me without consultation. I considered putting down castration and eunuchification as well but decided to give the surgeons a little more trust than that.

I have never been under a general as far as my recollection goes (although I did when I was seven months old) and it was not really an experience I can easily talk about, which is sort of the point. It was basically plunging to sleep while not actually feeling tired.

I woke up later that day and the first thing that I did was check my penis, which was still cased in a double layered sleeve of erogenous tissue, much to my relief. My pioneering hand then discovered that my genitals had been encased in some innovative contraption that seemed to be a combination of a cast, a sling and a dressing. I am aware that it undoubtably has some valuable purpose (protection of the wound and from infection more than likely) but it was awfully uncomfortable to the extent of actually causing me pain, besides the wound itself there was also some swelling that was crumpling around the confines of this tight device in a must unpleasant fashion.

Thankfully I got some pain killing meds that made that die down nicely.

It still made a trip to the toilet somewhat problematic: the first time I took one such visit I was certain that the device had been placed to far back and would become coated in my defecation. Thankfully this was not the case, although I did have to use some front-to-back wiping which is the opposite of standard. Ah yes, and the foreskin came of use as well! My penis protrudes from the dressing at such an angle that my standard urination routine can not be used so instead I just bend the skin down and let the flow deflect along it and down into the toilet in a neat fashion.

I was hoping to go home but apparently the surgery had been left to late: the out-patient ward closed too soon for my reaction to the anaesthetic to be properly observed so I was forced to stay in overnight. It was nice enough and thankfully I had no adverse reaction to the general (although I did feel a little sick when I got home and voided a little bit of bile before I made this post) and the room was lovely.

In the early afternoon the next day I was discharged and went home, apparently I have to lie still for a week, news that was not all that heartening considering a prominent story was that Britain was going to have its hottest Summer in history and of course the cast/sling/dressing.

The latter apparently could not be wetted, the doctor told me I could have a shower and towel it dry but not have baths but earlier a nurse said I could have neither.

It is going to be a rather smelly and uncomfortable week but I do have a perfect excuse to stay completely static and instead of the standard parental complaints I actually receive a chiding if I move.

Be careful what you wish for hmm?

My balls are feeling a lot better now, although they hurt if moved. Walking? Laughing? Sneezing? Coughing? All bring pain.

Hopefully that will be gone soon though, and my ma is just off obtaining lots of nice (NHS supplied) drugs to combat my pain. So perhaps I will escape this operation with both balls and sanity intact!


Thanks ever so much to all of you, your words were very kind indeed and very, very much appreciated.

What ho there fellows, this missive comes (in a rather illicit fashion) from a computer in a West London hospital where I await an operatoin to remove a hydrocele which has been expanding and swelling within me for a couple of years.

Apparently the complication rate is next to non-existant but all the same I am a little wary and anxious, but I am sure that all shall be well. All the same I might be away for a little while while I recuperate, apparently during recovery time I am going to have to be lying down straight for quite a bit, which is just as well because what with the swelling and pain I would not be focusing on much else anyway.

Literally about to head into surgery right now and I am feeling somewhat nervous.

At least I have the consolation that if I had not triumphed over phimosis at this point I would have been anticipating a prepuplastory as well at this point. Thank the stars for Dr. Beauge!


Wish me luck!

Progress is being made!

I have started retracting fully across the rim throughout while previously I had left my glans half-covered until the end. It takes some effort but it is possible to expose a little more around the back of the head. The oddest thing happens when I tug the skin down though, my body's lube seems to get trapped in the fold and when pulled down it sort of squits out in a bubbly, and oddly satisfying, fashion.

Things seem to be improving towards the top and I am no longer resigned to leaving it how it is.

Hmmm...

I am still not sure I am totally over this phimosis as of yet. It retracts fine for cleaning and such so I do not believe I am at risk of infection or whatever but there is a still a certain...

Well it is rather hard to describe really, when I am erect my skin beneath and around the sides retracts back fully and sort of almost folds over itself. Towards the top of the head and around the back of the coronal rim though it does go back but does not quite seem to do the same. This seems to be the part of my prepuce with least skin, it is not a major annoyance but it is rather irksome all the same.

With any luck it might go away soon but I can tolerate it for the time being.

Anyone with even a passing interest in the topic of circumcision should read this: http://glandless.blogspot.com

I found it very moving indeed, it brings what is sometimes a very broadly viewed topic into immediate and intimate focus.

Please give him the feedback and support that he deserves.