I had mine done almost 20 years ago and it was quite an amusing experience. Once admitted into the ward I was told that I was number 12 in the queue for those that elected the procedure to be done under a local anaesthetic, the chaps that chose full anaesthetic would follow after that. Our ward nurse was a rather large gay man who did his rounds offering to do the necessary shaving. Needless to say I did my own shaving but I couldn't avoid the inspection of the my handywork, but I did my own lifting. The first operation was scheduled for 8 am and we were all shaved and settled in our beds by 6:30 am. Almost everyone of us had our spouses with us and there was lots of handholding and "moenie worrie nie my liefie, ek's baie lief vir jou" going on. As 7:30 arrived the conversations were conducted in hushed tones and our nurse was extremely busy as he was consulted on what I did know. But he minced his way from bed to admin desk on a number of occassions. All I got from him was "Is jy alraait, ou groote?" followed my a brief nervous nod from me. 7:50 am arrives and the nurse, standing at my bed, announces to the whole ward " John Wayne, jy's nou nommer een" he had a huge grin on his face as he wheeled me off into theatre. Apparently, the waiting took it's toll and those ahead of me chickened out of the local opting for the full, I was the only one left. The op itself gives you a sense of why some of my comrades opted out, you see you lie on your back with your legs in strirrups with your whole package on display as the doctor goes about his business. You are embarrasingly aware that your package is now the focus of attention for all including the pretty young blonde nurse. Our gay nurse was no longer there but I was rather hoping that the term "ou groote" was referring to my nether regions, but I wasn't too sure. The doc and I discussed cricket and the sad fortunes of our world cup team, who should open the batting became a great distraction from my discomfort. But our bowlers problems with no balls made me wince a bit, so I changed the subject to fielding, it felt safer than no balls. All the while I could feel something wasn't right and soon I could feel a serious burning sensation on my nought. I couldn't see this but the alcohol they used to kill any germs in that region had dripped down my crack and was attacking my nought with vigour. I told the doctor and he summoned the pretty blond nurse to do the necessary cleaning up which she did with gentle care and affection. The worst part was that I couldn't feel a thing!