I had my vasectomy in '96 at 31. In the waiting room the two receptionists were fucking with me, making loud comments to each other, like 'got the knives sharpened?', etc. Yeah, real funny stuff. Soon I went before the doctor who produced a poster-sized chart of the penis, and began a detailed explanation of the procedure. About one minute into his talk, I started getting woozy and actually passed out IN THE CHAIR. Next thing I know the doctor is behind me massaging my shoulder and putting smelling salts under my nose. I wake up and the doctor and his two nurses are laughing at me. He then says he's had men pass out during the procedure, but never during the explanation. More laughter from them.
The doctor then says he's ready to perform the deed. I'm taken aback at this, as I thought there would be a 'waiting period'. He said if he did this, none of the patients would return. He has a point. Anyway, I'm lying down and right away the doctor is slightly pissed that I didn't shave my balls good enough. He does a quick rough job himself (dry, with no shaving cream) but thankfully no nicks. The nurse who was then earlier cracking jokes at my expense comes close to me, holds my arm, and says she will talk me through the procedure. I am grateful for this. The worst part was when the nurse said to me that I might feel a slight 'tugging' sensation when my balls are being pulled from the sack to cut the cord. 'Slight tugging' my ass. While not 'painful', it definitely was the most uncomfortable feeling I have ever had. I remember seeing the movie 'Braveheart' a week after the procedure, and when Mel Gibson is being disemboweled, I had to turn away and laugh at the same time. I felt like I was reliving that shit again.
My recovery was great, practically no pain or swelling. No worries during sex now, and yes, the same amount of jizz still comes out. Just shooting blanks.