Surgical Treatment
TweetI love my parents. I love my mother, who is very kind and tidy woman and always makes unbelievable and delicious food! I love my father, who is clever and well-balanced man. He always ready to give one or two pieces of good advice and help you to sort any difficult situation out. I do really love my parents.
... from bad to worse...
It was about two years ago. Nearly two months after our return from America Diana and I decided to spend a weekend with my parents. My wife was helping my mother in the kitchen while my father and I were sitting in the garden near the house of my childhood discussing recent global news as my father suddenly asked me about the relationships between my new wife and me. "We are fine! All is great!", - said I with affected merriness. Then I asked him in response to his question: "Why have you asked me?". He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, and said: "I can see a problem". I feel confused and very unwillingly told him my secret about my problems with impotence. My father stood up without saying a word, went away for a couple of minutes and came back with a magazine in his hand. Then he opened it and offered the magazine to me. A big headline arrested my attention at once: "Surgical Treatment of Erectile Dysfunction". There were some illustrations which froze my blood at once! The article itself was quite short, I read it quickly but did it out of respect of my father.
All members of our family enjoy rather good health. My father in his sixty five has all natural teeth. He doesn't smoke and can take a nip with his old friends but I thought he know that a person can recover from a disease without surgical procedure! If you have some troubles with something - cut off it! Of course, I joke, he has never said something like that but I had a shock - my father sent me under the knife! Then we saw our women with dishes in their hands and I put the magazine in my briefcase. My father leaned over to me and said: "You had better not drive it to the last minute. As I did". And sadly shook his head.
Surgical briefing - to cut or not to cut!
Almost all night I remained wakeful. My father has the same problem! It was terrible! It was, may be, in the blood!!! It was a crucial point. I couldn't wait for Monday to turn back to our city and visit the urologist. I had been going to visit him a week ago but I had been busy. Or, may be, I had been tired from my doctor and his examinations. But at that night I firmly resolved to reach him as soon as possible. It was Monday when I get to him at least. I told my terrible story about the "damnation" of mine and my father and demanded an explanation. The doctor said nothing, took his pen and started to draw something. Then he becked me and started to tell me carefully about the surgical treatment of impotence showing some pictures.
What can I say? Of course, self-medication is an unacceptable way to treat impotence! But surgical way? Actually, there are several methods to treat impotence surgically. First one is to implant a prosthetic device within the penis. It is suggested that such semirigid or malleable inflatable devices causes an erection. The second way is to block off veins within the penis that allow blood to leave the penis. The third way is reconstruction of arteries. These are very technically difficult surgeries often entailing the risk of infection, scar tissue formation with distortion of the penis, and painful erections. There are also some other surgeries but I have enumerated the most popular ones.
There is also such a method: doctors involve a special injection into the spongy tissue of the penis , using a special instrument named auto-applicator. It would seem, all is great but this injection starts to act in some minutes and... doesn't subside after ejaculation until the action of the medicine finishes. This method is often used for those men with old myocardial infarction, for those ones whose livers and kidneys are bad and so on.
In conclusion my doctor said that there is no need to hurry when the question is about going under the knife. In the most cases men even don't need that and, after all - there is still time to do it! "Don't mutilate your "main organ", just live and be happy!", - said my urologist. And I agreed with him with a light heart! That night I made love with my Diana having taken an erectile dysfunction pill prescribed by the doctor. It was my first prescribed erectile dysfunction drug. It was Viagra and I had bought it in a drugstore away from my home. It had cost much but I was really happy that I didn't need to cut my penis! May be I am an old-fashioned man but I prefer bloodless methods of treatment! The more so because they are very effective and quick!
Happy ending. Or, may be, happy "end"?
I always was shy even to think about sexual life of my parents. But after a week I visited my parents again. I was alone, Diana had remained at home. It was a rather rainy day and I had not a right moment to speak to my father because we were sitting in the kitchen and my mother was always near us. But when I left alone with my father, I came close by him and put in his shirt pocket a pill and a piece of paper. It was Viagra 25 mg with usage instruction. I said silently: "I gotta go. I know you hate pills. But try just once! And phone me, please". It was a rather awkward situation for me so I hurried to get home. My father didn't give me a ring next day. But I got a SMS from him two days later, in the morning: "Not bad. I am too old to buy it. Bring some when you come again".
I sometimes bring my father few erectile dysfunction drugs. I don't do it rather regularly but that suits him. He prefers soft tabs so I often send and bring him Viagra soft pills. I never ask him anything, just put a package in his hand. He looks aside taking it and don't always say "Thank you!". He is about his seventy and he is ashamed!? I don't know whether to be huffed or pleased about such moments. But I love my parents and if they are happy, I can dispense with "Thank you!".