That sign was outside a veterinarian’s premises. Clearly a one stop shop. Someone expressed the hope that they clean the knife between species. But would the blokes around here be prepared to admit, I had mine done at the vet’s…?
Mine was done long ago in Fiji. That was fun. Fijian and Indian men on the whole would never dream of sterilization. They would also forbid their women from using contraceptives, or from tubal ligation, unless perhaps they were better informed than usual, and life could be in danger.
The Indian surgeon at CWM (the Suva public) Hospital routinely asked each patient who came in, without looking up, “What are you complaining of?” I replied “Fertility” -- so he looked up at me. I imagine at that point he dimly tried to remember his textbook procedures for vasectomy.
A reasonably prominent parish minister in Suva, I would have appreciated a fair degree of anonymity in this. But that was beyond the large and ebullient Fijian theatre and ward nurses. “Ah, Reverend, you will won’t have much fun now…!”
Among the basic realities of life is the experience of being trundled to theatre, slightly sedated and silly and knowing there is nothing more you can do -- you can have a similar experience taking off on an international flight.
But that’s enough about all that.
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