Finally, the assistant called and led me to an examination room. After filling out several pages of papers, the 15 minute wait in the waiting room seem like hours. I assumed that Fridays were set aside from the doctor's urological practice for circumcisions only, which I gathered would allow the patients to recover over the weekend. I found the doctor's office lavishly decorated, with only one male assistant, who seem to be about 25 years old at the check in window to confirm my 2:00 pm appointment. Although I read a lot about the procedure, there were still a lot of uncertainty of what to expect. Early morning on August 25, 2006, I drove from my home in Gainesville, Florida to Atlanta, Georgia, a distance of 335 miles, to visit the urologist who specialized in circumcision. So, here is my story.Īfter speaking to trusted member of the circumcision center staff, I made the appointment for circumcision. I found a urologist in Atlanta who performs adult circumcisions. Regardless, I was convinced it was for me. To my horror, I found many articles about anti-circumcision. Because I was old enough to make my own medical decisions, I searched the internet and read what it was like to be circumcised. Of the 14 players, I was one for two who were not circumcised.
The stigma continued when I started college where I played on a club water polo team. The fact that I was not circumcised affected me a lot.
I confirmed that in our locker room and in the showers. It was not the language since I am fluent in English, or because I was not an American, but because I was the only kid who was not circumcised on the water polo team. My teammates are my best friends, but I was different in one way. My teammates nicknamed me wasserball, which in German means water polo. I swam on the high school team, and because I was a good swimmer I also played water polo, which I loved. I was born in Germany and my parents and I moved to the United States when I was 12 years old because my father worked for an international company. Pelicans & Chihuahuas and Other Urban Legends. Some tellings of the legend end with the sodomizer dead at the hands of his victim and his victim-turned-killer now serving a life term in Leavenworth. The GI is often said to “beat the crap” out of his tentmate upon discovering what he’s been up to. Whereas the college version generally ends with the discovery of the perfidy, revenge is almost always exacted on the perpetrator in the military version, either by the soldier acting on his own or with the help of his buddies. (Both tellings involve predators who drug their victims with alcohol.) The story has spread widely in the United States over the last twenty years or so, generally set in military barracks or campus dormitories. The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, and it was included in Gershon Legman’s Rationale of the Dirty Joke. While searching through the items his roommate had left behind this student discovered a beaker of ether and a rag in a large zip-loc bag.Īs Brunvand notes, this legend has been mentioned in print as far back as 1886, in Richard F. He returned to his dorm room to discover that his roommate had hastily moved out and had dropped out of school. The sluggishness was due to heavy drug use. The doctor seemed puzzled because he explained that the cause of the student’s pains was due to being sodomized on a regular basis. After the exam the doctor asked the student if he was gay. This went on for a week or two before he sought medical attention at Cowell. Apparently his roommate had been using ether on him to knock him out while he, um, had his way with him.Ī guy in the dorms would wake up in the morning feeling sluggish and experiencing abdominal pains. It was discovered that he had a high level of ether in his bloodstream. A guy went to the doctor because of pain in his rectum. A few summers ago, a friend of mine at work told me a story that supposedly happened at the school he went to.