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wish me luck folks, I am going to have to have a screaming match with one or both of my parents shortly

my dad came in and told me it’s time to do the dishes

and that’s all well and good, except for the last two times the dishes were done, sibling #2 did not have to do any of the jobs associated, as sibling #2 was absent from the house and mom would not let sibling #1 and me wait so all positions (washing, rinsing, drying) could be filled

I know, it sounds silly that we all have a separate job for this one chore, but it’s been established for years, since we usually have enough dishes to fill a four-foot long counter, a stove-top, the sinks, and the kitchen table because we never know if we’re gonna have to do it or if mom will and neither mom nor dad believe in rinsing after they’ve cooked, so it’s thoroughly disgusting and puke-worthy, and frankly I was f****** tired of it being me who had to stick my hands in the water that shortly would be filled with discarded pieces of food that may or may not be moldy, so now we have a switching system

but the system does not work if all three of us are not there

so, since sibling #2 hasn’t been there, the system has technically been stuck on ‘my turn’ to wash for the previous two times as well as this time

but! sibling #1 and I set a timer the last two times and switched who had washing duty the last two times, so we both washed, while sibling #2 did nothing

so. it is sibling #2′s f****** turn to wash the dishes, but #2’s just sitting there on the fancy iphone sib #2′s S/O gave him that none of the rest of us can f****** afford, trying to shuffle the dishes off on me again even though sib #2 is here ( and alright, I have some clear jealously issues to work through- the entire rest of the family still has flip-phones in this the year of 2017 which is a f****** ostrasizer from society when you’re a college student tryna make friends)

SO. I’mma have to revert to be a teen (I’m 23 and a total f****** failure as an adult, hence why I am still living at home, and not living my dream of living Far From Here, in a distant land, where none of my family even knows how to contact me or whether or not I am dead, with the exception of the rare package in the mail, sent from a distant third location no where near where I live, and yes, this is a real and true hope for my life I’ve had since a child and I’m 23 and stuck at my parents’ house, unable to complete my f****** degree bc money, move out bc money, or even get a f****** job bc we live in the middle of nowhere and transportation, which again costs money) and do some f****** yelling to be heard around here. Last time we didn’t wanna do the dishes, (me and sib #1, wanting to wait for sib #2) mom threatened to take away our electronics like I was a kid again, and threatening to take away my books for a punishment ever worked, and did not make me be a complete and utter horror of a child who would refuse to do school assignments because ‘I’m not allowed to read, sorry I can’t read anything, what are letters?’ while blatantly reading a different book that did not get confiscated and being a total s*** about anything my parents said or did in the mean-time
i admit i was a total horror of a child and have no fear reverting once in a while, which, y’know, I recognize as a thing I need to work through as well but right now I have had to stick my hands in rotting food-water twice and I give no shits
I’m not even gonna read over this for coherency, that’s how spitting mad I am

New Confession

At 16 I was working in a doctor’s office answering calls and greeting patients at the front desk. One day a co-worker said he’d take over for me because the doctor wanted to see me. I went into the room where Dr. Beth was at. I was pleasantly surprised to see a young boy strapped down in restraints with his pe nis and tes ticles fully exposed. The doctor smiled and said well Donna you said you wanted to see a ‘snip and clip’ so here’s your first one. I thanked her for the amazing opportunity. It was a wonderful birthday gift. She showed me how to wrap the boy’s legs to keep them warm and prevent muscle spasms. Then we put a sequential compression device (SCD) on his legs to improve blood flow since the doctor said he would be spread open in restraints for a while. The opportunity to watch him being circ umcised was exciting and made my pa nties wet.

She said that although this was only a circ umcision she likes to get a IV line in place just in case it’s needed and she showed me how to put an IV in his arm. She added that we would use a very small amount of Vecuronium in the drip to help relax the boy and keep him manageable and still. I asked if that was a pain medication and she said no it wasn’t and she didn’t use pain medication because many patients had adverse reactions, allergic reactions, reactions from conflicts with other medication they are taking and etc. Also in this case the boy’s mother did not feel that anesthesia was appropriate.

She said she was using the minimum Vecuronium drip, below threshold levels. only as a supplement to the restraints. we started the drip, made sure the boy’s chest was covered and he was warm.

His p e n i s was er ect and she said that was just fine and she gave me a Foley catheter to insert up his er ection. It was my very first catheterization and it went well although he struggled a little, moaned and groaned, so I put a rubber mouth piece in his mouth to silence him. The doctor said the IV drip would soon kick in as it was fast acting. With the drip and the mouthpiece he was no more trouble. She high-fived my success on the catheter insertion. The rubber catheter impaled his wobbling shaft and he was already filling the urine bag.

The doctor suggested I tilt the chair up so the boy could see his for eskin being removed. I tilted the chair up and aligned his vision with his erec tion. He was covered and warm except for his arm with the IV line and his pe nis and balls which were fully exposed for my view and examination. The doctor told me to prep him and I followed her instruction to examine and wash his pe nis and scr otum with hospital soap and then wipe the area with alcohol. He was wide eyed as I washed his stiff shaft and there was a little groan but that was all.

She pushed the cut-down tray over toward me and said it’s all yours, your very first circ umcision. She showed me how to measure the for eskin a nd clamp it and to decide what style I preferred for the finished look. The doctor helped me get started snipping a little strip of for eskin off the shaft. The boy hardly moved but there seemed to be a few trembles in his legs which the doctor said was normal. Occasionally there was a high pitched squeak coming from his mouth which was muffled by the mouth piece.

The doctor instructed me step by step on how to trim each strip of for eskin with the circ umcision scissors and to place the hemostats to control bleeding. My pa nties were soaked and I was breathless as strip by strip his for eskin was taken and his shaft was molded to my design. It was so satisfying. His shaft was sprayed with alcohol to keep it clean. We took a break and had some tea while Dr. Beth explained more about the procedure. The boy laid quietly on the chair with an occasional squeak which was muffled by the mouthpiece.

I went back to work to finish up the job. Dr. Beth highlighted his large fleshy fren ulum and asked if I was going to excise it. She explained that in boys, the fren ulum is a favorite pleasure center for abuse through excessive mas turbation. She said the boy’s mother had brought him in because of his excessive, compulsion to mas turbate to the extreme. He was so addicted to abusing himself that he rubbed himself raw. I said it was a good idea to remove that burden from him by cutting off his fren ulum. She stood by with the cauterizing needle and I excised off his fen ulum and then with the hot cauterizing needle seared shut the area to stop the bleeding. A small whiff of smoke rose from the cauterizing needle. Again there were squeaks from the boy and some leg trembling but he was held secure enough by the restraint straps so that I could do neat work.

The circ umcision pulled his scr otum up his shaft. Dr. Beth said his mother will approve of the ‘ball lift’ which will be more aesthetically pleasing. I practiced my sewing skills with some fine sutures to join the remaining inner and outer skin edges of the skin on his pe nis. The whole area was sprayed down with alcohol and an antiseptic spray to prevent infection.

That was my very first circ umcision. I went on to nursing school and graduated early in an accelerated course with my BSN and then my MSN and APRN. I have been doing circ umcisions and I love the work. It’s a thrill to get up in the morning to get well paid for cutting and trimming the pe nis and helping boys with their behavior problems, health and aesthetic appearance. I love my work and my patients all love me. Donna MSN APRN, circ umcision expert.

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