Just Breathe

December 14th, 2009

Forever on the edge, waiting. Always the promise, never the realization. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath for a year.

Anticipation, excitement, heart break, disappointment, anxiety, worry, frustration. It’s draining. I want off this ride. I want a vacation, a respite from decisions, a postponement on planning, an interlude to breathe deeply.

What the future brings, I will discover tomorrow. What I have today is more than enough.

Love to you and yours as the year draws it’s conclusion. Be good to one another.

I’m a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love,..
Some folks just have one,
Others they got none, aw huh,..

Just Breathe – Pearl Jam

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Twat Pills

December 4th, 2009
Beautiful brunette in a black dress and high heels

“I’m trying to think of a way to write this story so you will let me tell it.”

When I say this to my wife, she is standing over a mirror, with a foot on either side. I’d add, “in a compromising position,” but that’s redundant. You can’t straddle a mirror in a prudish way. It certainly doesn’t help matters that she is applying vaseline.

Normally, laughing would not be my response. I’d be too busy congratulating myself on marrying this girl, however, this is not what it looks like. It’s rare you can use that expression and mean it.

There are a lot of drugs involved in In Vitro Fertilization; vitamin and mineral supplements, hormones, and drugs designed to enhance, suppress, or encourage things in her body. An alarm rings six times a day. Everytime it does, she has to inject a liquid into her stomach, or take a pill. Some of these pills she can swallow, and some she has to take inter-vaginally, she has to insert them. Why the hell the vagina needs to consume this medicine in such a direct fashion I don’t know. I’ve already established I’m no gynecologist.

Every eight hours she puts two pills up her, and that’s the only thing that goes up there for two months, if you get my drift, which you must, I’m not being subtle. An orgasm contracts all sorts of muscles, as some of you may have noticed, and that risks a pregnancy. All that equipment is dedicated to other projects at the moment. For more than three months it’s off limits. You can bet that isn’t on the brochure for In Vitro Fertilization.

So, we have some time on our hands, which leads to some restless nights. One evening my wife looks over at me laying in bed and says, “We should shave you from head to toe. Everything except eyebrows and hair.”

“Yah?”

“Sure. What do you think?”

“I think we’d have to be pretty bored on a Saturday night.”

Thankfully, it hasn’t come to that, but we had a good laugh, and it’s important to remember to do that. This process is hard. There is a lot of anxiety, heartache, and stress. If you can’t find some humor in it, you have to fill the space with other emotions, and that’s rarely better. This is why, when her alarm goes off, she announces, “Time for Twat Pills.”

There is so much going on that we had to make up a calender with the dosages and procedures, which change every couple of days. As each of the six alarms goes off and she injects, inserts, or ingests a medicine, we cross it off the calender.

I saw her swallowing her vitamin so from the kitchen I yell upstairs, “I’M CROSSING OFF VITAMINS.”

“OK. AND TWO O’CLOCK TWAT.”

“OH. YOU DID THOSE?”

“WHAT? TWAT?”

“YAH.”

“YAH, I DID THOSE.”

Maybe that sounds strange to you. In truth, it’s lost all meaning for us now. It’s just another noun. Seriously, have about a dozen of those conversations and see if the words “Twat Pills” doesn’t start to settle into the decor.

Which brings us back to the mirror and the vaseline. As I said, it’s not what it looks like. These pills she inserts, the Twat Pills, they slowly melt, and well, the vagina is not Tupperware, it leaks. So she’s having trouble staying dry, and in what could only be considered a tragic irony, she has diaper rash.

The most valuable aspect of a sense of humor is the ability to laugh at yourself. You end up taking a lot of unexpected roads in life, at least if you are doing it right, and it’s often scary and unpleasant, but if you squint your eyes right, it’s a little funny too. So my wife and I have a good laugh, and I tell her that I love her, and that it is a shame that she will never let me tell this story.

Good response to my request for more “favorite clicking”. We’ve got some movement on the Reader Favorite board. Nice job folks. Thanks.

We find out the results of this IVF round next week. We both feel a bit reserved about it. We are trying to avoid disappointment by attempting to not get excited in the first place, which works about as effectively as you might expect.

Michelle beats herself up for not being the personification of positivity. So she’s feeling bad, about how she’s feeling. This whole process is a real mind fuck. Fingers crossed.

I’m still working on the story about what an awesome soldier I was. I’m having trouble though, it keeps getting longer, and I don’t have an ending (that’s good), so that might be next week, or not.

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Hopeful

November 27th, 2009

embryos
How do you feel?

Hopeful.

Me too.

More mellow this time though.

Me too.

Because we are more prepared for it not to work?

Maybe.

Ya.

I think we are kidding ourselves. It will still be terrible to hear “No”.

Ya. Happy sticky thoughts.

I love you.

I am disappointed, in you, quite frankly, dear reader. Many people told me they had a good laugh at me being terrified, but no one is voting for favorites. Clicking that little heart lets me know what worked and what didn’t, and it helps new people find things I wrote that don’t suck. If you read something here that you think qualifies to be put into that category, I would appreciate it if you would click the favorite button . I feel better now that we’ve had this talk.

I’m writing a story entitiled “Twat Pills“, about our fertility experience. I suppose I’m letting you know for two reasons. One is that some people may find that word offensive to some degree. The other is that I think it’s a funny story, so if the word doesn’t bother you, then you might get a giggle out of it. In either event, you can avoid/anticipate it as you see fit.

Happy Thanksgiving southern neighbours.

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Spiders

November 20th, 2009

Pound for pound there’s nothing as scary as a spider. What would you rather fight, a 200 pound dog, cat, man, gorilla, or spider? Of course, that’s not fair. A gorilla that big is normal, but if you look outside your window and see a spider the size of a labrador retriever, then shit has gone seriously sideways, you are trapped in a Stephen King novel. Still though, spiders, you don’t want a big one on your face. I think we can all agree on that.

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Vasectomy

November 13th, 2009

I have been asked to share my perspective on vasectomies, and not simply because I have had two of them. I also got an infection following the second one, which made for a funny story, but I narrowly averted loosing one of my testicles. Then my wife and I changed our minds, and decided to have kids, so to secure my sperm a doctor extracted it with a needle. I have lengthy and unique experience in the area, is my point.

My road to a vasectomy started just like everyone else’s, with sex. “The Pill” reduced my wife’s libido to a point where birth control became superfluous, so we eliminated those, and our haphazard use of condoms felt like gambling. The list of solutions to avoid pregnancy is not long. Abstinence is not on our list, and the rhythm method works really well as long as you are comfortable having up to eight children. That left surgical options, and quite simply, those are less complicated for men, with fewer risks. So, I decided to get a vasectomy.

It’s a simple procedure. I don’t want to be flippant about this, but if you are able to be clinical, there’s not much to it. A local anesthetic and about twenty minutes in a doctor’s office. It takes longer to change the oil in my car.

Here’s the rub; low risk, is not no risk. In a minority of cases problems develop. Infection, inflammation, and chronic pain are all potential consequences. Not to mention that men with vasectomies have been known to father unexpected babies. However, in the majority of the cases, once you’ve calmed down from having someone cut open your scrotum, the only result is tenderness for a few days, and of course, sterility.

It seemed to work just like that for me, at first. More than a year after the operation I developed a complication. I’ll avoid medical terminology, what am I a doctor? The only detail that is relevant to my story is that sex became uncomfortable, or rather, I was unable to perform my “big finish” without some accompanying pain. Unless you are into some pretty specific fetishes, testicular pain during ejaculation is not desirable, so I was intent on getting that fixed.

The remedy was to cut out the old vasectomy and do another one. This was a more involved operation requiring general anesthetic, still low risk, but once again I won the “kicked in the nuts” lottery. I developed a serious infection following the surgery that put me in the hospital with a fever and very specific swelling. I made it to the other side of that sterile, without pain, and thankfully, with everything still in place.

forrestThen I decided I wanted to have children. Which I can’t adequately account for, but that’s what happened. A friend recently asked me about my inexplicable change of heart. “Well,” I said, “no one has ever accused me of being indecisive.” In whichever direction I’m going, I’m running, like Forrest Gump.

My road to sterility was definitely more harrowing than most, but I’m not unique in wanting to change paths. Vasectomies are reversible, with a good success rate, but it is not something I looked into. As you might imagine my internal debate about further surgery anywhere near my entertainment equipment went something like this, “Not a fucking chance.”

Instead, I elected to have a needle inserted into my scrotum to extract sperm from the source, which I know doesn’t sound any better. My wife and I agreed to try In Vitro Fertilization (IVF), for which the doctors need sperm, and more than a plastic cup and happy thoughts were required for me to participate. I’ve written about this elsewhere, I almost passed out, but other than that, it went fine.

To the poor guys who have been cringing since paragraph one; I’m done talking about terrible things that can happen to your balls. I have a bunch of sperm frozen, awaiting the chance to unleash my progeny on the world, and my reproductive equipment can go back to being entirely recreational, which was the point when I started this whole debacle. All’s well that ends well.

Would I have the vasectomy again? Probably. It was the right decision at the time. If I had all the above information in advance, or had an inkling I was going to change my mind, clearly I would have made better decisions, but you can say that about anything.

Bad luck magnified an error in judgement, twice, but hell, it’s a risk every time you get out of bed, and sometimes you get the short straw. Thankfully, I’m not a typical example. My only advise is to consider your options, perhaps more carefully than I, then pick a direction, and start running.

This article was written after prodding by Angie, one of the ladies at ivfdiaries.com, who asked me to write about my experiences, and opinion, on vasectomies.

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Official Soft Drink Of The Olympics

November 6th, 2009

torchThe Olympic flame landed on Canadian soil this week to pomp and ceremony in Victoria. The event was the narrow edge of the wedge; jubilant crowds, protesters, security, advertising, politicians, speeches, and sponsors. In the shadow of that behemoth is the occasional athlete, a human beings that can do amazing things.

Girls dressed in red and white handed out pennant flags to wave. Like most people, upon discovering it was really a Coca-Cola ad, made to look like a Canadian flag, I held it limply at my side.

Activists at the front of the crowd shouted. I have no idea what they said. Those assembled responded in true Canadian fashion, with head wagging and stern looks.

People made speeches. They spoke of athleticism, nationalism, cooperation, inspiration, humanity, peace, children, dreams, and they said, “Welcome.” They took far too long doing it.

Canada welcomes the world. That was the underlying theme, and one I can get behind. Despite my cynicism, it was a cool thing to watch. I hope the Olympics goes smoothly and everyone has fun, with one exception.

They didn’t even use the right red, it was Coke red. It is my hope that any Coke advertisement made to even faintly resemble the Canadian flag is ripped from its moorings, toppled, wrecked, ruined, destroyed. The Coca-Cola Company can fuck right off, eh.

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A Tale Of Terror

October 27th, 2009

If you like scary stories, you might like this free one hour podcast. Each week they do readings of short stories, this episode entitled, “A Tale Of Terror.” is a nice lead in to the 31st. It is highly creepy, and read in a wonderful, spooky voice. Don’t come crying to me if you get nightmares. Happy Halloween.

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This and That

October 23rd, 2009

We are into attempt three at IVF, Michelle can tell you the grizzly details. I don’t have anything else ready to publish this week, so here are a few conversations we’ve had lately, you seem to like those:

D: I’m sorry.
M: And I’m sorry I snapped at you, because you were a jerk.
D: You suck at apologizing

Michelle says something that makes me laugh hysterically.
M: I’m awesome
D: That’s true.
M: You’re lucky.
D: Sure, but I get most of the credit.
M: Why?
D: I have impeccable taste.

D: You’re hot.
M: Thanks. You’re good-looking too. It makes up for the stupid shit you do.

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A Dash Of Judgement

October 16th, 2009

A boy and his mother walk by my seat on the patio, and he has the biggest kicking and screaming fit I have ever seen. It is epic. The boy is too big for her to physically drag home, although she tries. He yells, and stomps, and sends his rubber boot flying with a poorly aimed kick at his mother, although he definitely lands a few shots. You can hear his high pitched screams for at least a block. This entire episode goes on for 10 minutes, for a crowd of 20 people.

When I leave, I walk by and ask if she needs help. I had not seen anyone do that, and knowing the challenges my sister faces, I thought maybe the offer might be nice. Truthfully, it is curiosity not gallantry.

The oldest of my sister’s three children, was a typical little boy, but by the time their youngest was born, my sister had confirmed the source of his emerging quirks. She told me about a hat she saw on another boy that she considered getting for her son, which read, “I’m not misbehaving. I have autism.”

My nephew is a sweet little boy, who wants very much for me to play with him, and who smiles a mile wide when I do. He has challenges though, so life can be tough on him. When he cries, it pierces your heart. Sometimes, my sister has difficult days, her son does too, often it’s the same day.

When I reach this woman, she is kneeling on the sidewalk, while the kid catches his breath for another shrieking episode. She looks up to speak to me, and after all of that, in front of a sea of people, she is gracious, and gentle, and completely composed. She is magnificent, and it makes me think of my sister. Everyone’s life is harder than it looks, to handle it with strength, and a bit of grace, is an exquisite feat of character.

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Towelgasm

September 25th, 2009

running labrador dog

Cash loves to run into the ocean to fetch something, but his favorite thing is when I dry him with a towel. I straddle him, so I can squeeze him between my knees, and rub him down vigorously. I have to hold him because he leans so hard into the all over body scratching that he turns in erratic and unmanageable circles. As I grapple with him, in what could accurately be described as, a tight embrace, his eyes get big, and you’d swear they roll back a bit as he writhes around in ecstasy. I think, like I always do, that if he would enjoy it, just a little less, I would feel more comfortable.

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Shit My Dad Says

September 23rd, 2009

This guy cracks me up.

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Of Mice And Men

September 21st, 2009

girl_skinned_kneeYour plans may bear no resemblance to real life. When faced with a discrepancy, it is you that must adjust. That’s an important life lesson, the good news is, we get many chances to learn it.

We received disappointing news. Our third round of In-Vitro Fertilization failed. The pregnancy test was negative. Fuck. Right? Right.

A positive result would be exciting and fill us with anticipation. It would be awesome. This is the opposite of that. This sucks. Life is often shades of grey; this is not one of those times, that’s my point.

Some take solace in labeling misfortune as fate, or God. Cosmic forces willfully conspiring against us having a child strikes me as the opposite of comforting. I take a simpler view; sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you don’t. We are involved in an elaborate coin toss, and we are zero for three.

If we ever manage to have a kid I already know a little about what sort of father I will be. The first available opportunity will find me saying, “That’s right, life’s not fair. No point in crying about it. Get up and keep going.”

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