reversible vasectomy

anonymous asked:


Ahahahaha okay on your head be it

Dr Ieda was Yuri’s own endocrinologist, and Yuri had begged her practically on his knees to fit Victor in after his disaster of a rut. Victor would be more grateful, but he can’t meet her eyes without his own eyes watering.

It’s very clear she’s not impressed with him, at all.

“So, Mr Nikiforov,” she says. Her English is quite good, so Victor hadn’t even been able to beg Yuri to come with him as a translator. He’d thought about begging him anyway, but Yuri had picked up a four year old tourist magazine with an air of finality when Victor’s name had been called. Victor, defeated, had slunk to the physician’s assistant alone, and allowed himself to be measured and weighed, and ordered to pee in a cup and lightened by several vial’s-worth of blood.

Now he’s sitting on a cold pleather examination couch in a paper gown that barely reaches his thighs, let alone covers his ass, being stared down by a lady twice his age and half his size.

Dr Ieda looked down at his paperwork, the list of reported medications and his lab work, and then at Victor. “This is the strangest mix of mood stabilizers and hormonal birth control I’ve ever seen, Mr Nikiforov.” She tapped at a level on the page. “I hope you understand I’m putting you on a lot of vitamin D.”

Victor winces.

“Also,” she continues ruthlessly, “I’m not sure who your doctor was in Russia, but I question the effectiveness of this birth control. I haven’t prescribed it for alphas for quite some time, actually.”

Victor says, “Uh.”

It’s not that Victor doesn’t trust his endocrinologist in Russia to handle his birth control, because his endocrinologist in Russia is very highly paid, trained in several foreign countries, and knows which side his bread is buttered on – but he also doesn’t trust the skating federation to not put pressure on him. Victor is very aware that the glory of Russia depends on generations of athletes.

Victor went abroad and had a reversible vasectomy, which he paid for in cash, because Victor isn’t an idiot.

“I’m sure you understand how lucky you are,” she says. “An unsuppressed rut after going off this many medications could have ended up very badly. I’m surprised your other doctor agreed to let you go off so quickly.”

Victor looked at the floor.

  • Rodolphus Lestrange: When I said that I wanted to have kids and you said that you wanted me to have a vasectomy, what did I do? And then, when you said that you might want to have kids and I wasn't so sure? Who had the vasectomy reversed? And then when you said you definitely didn't wanna have kids? Who had it reversed back? Snip snap snip snap snip snap! I did! You have no idea the physical toll that three vasectomies have on a person! And I bought this house to fill with children!
  • Bellatrix Lestrange: I am so sorry that I don't wanna bring kids into this screwed up world.
  • Rodolphus Lestrange: I am sorry too.
  • Bellatrix Lestrange: But look if you wanna have kids, then fine! You win! Let's have a fucking kid!
  • Rodolphus Lestrange: Do you mean it? You wanna have a kid?
  • Bellatrix Lestrange: I hate my life.

kbjones  asked:

What is the strangest thing you've ever illustrated?

i did an illustration of a cross-section of part of a scrotum for wired magazine back in 2011, to accompany an article about RISUG (a reversible injectable vasectomy which i think is going to be available in the US pretty soon now!). they didn’t have reference photos of either the procedure or the specific close-up anatomy so i was drawing it based on descriptions only, and they told me that this one part of the scrotum looked like cornflakes.