with this imaginary person whom we'd never meet. On July 31, 1994, I went to the hospital very early in the morning, put
on my cute little hospital slippers, gown, and shower cap, covered with pretty blue flowers. As I sat there waiting in this garb, totally humiliated in my manhood, I looked at Miimii and said,"I've lost my dignity". I felt like I was late to a slumber party. Shortly after that, a nurse came in and asked us what we were there for, told us we were in the podiatry ward, and quickly whisked us out of there before the operation was afoot. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a guy on the other end of the hospital, waiting to have his foot fixed, who'd be in for a big surprise when a limping little half-Japanese child knocked on his door one day and said, in a thick British accent,"Daddy?"
I was numbed
from the waist down, which, after being married almost four years, felt familiar and comfortable. The surgeons opened me up in my 'private area' and extracted sperm from me. The entire time I was conscious and listening, hoping, praying I didn't hear them say,"There are no sperm!"
