So, I finally did it. Friday I went under the laser and severed my chances for future kids. Vasectomies are common place these days. My doctor claimed to do a minimum of five procedures a month. Its simple work for him too. He finished the work in around 10 minutes. Turns out that a lot of things in life happen in 10 minute increments. In ten quick minutes I lost my ability to sire children. I believe that was the right choice for now–I’m in no position to have more babies. At the same time it is a far more significant shift that could have lasting ramifications on my state of mind as a male.
Are you less of a man if you can’t make babies? I don’t believe so. I apply that same thinking to women. Making babies (or sperm) doesn’t determine gender in my mind. Still, there is a world of people out there who feel differently.
Some Thoughts:
- Yesterday’s post was one I actually went back and read again today. There’s a certain desperation to that post that I was unaware of when I was writing it. The post felt like I was saying that my own creativity is dying. That is not accurate. My creativity seems to have narrowed into the laser focus of science fiction. On the other hand I feel like I’m capable of existing in many genres.
- I’m stoked to get back to making the treehouse. Right now the plan is to build a floor using 2 x 4 beams with bracing underneath. The walls will go up the same way. This is going to be an actual house built around the base of the tree with a roof structure that serves as a traditional ‘tree house’ styled lookout. The kids will be able to play up there and I hope to attach another structure to it so they can do some American Ninja type stuff…