I also had a local. Left home at 9 am and was back by midday. The most onerous part was laying there for the mandatory 60 minutes of recovery time. Any grandiose notions that potential candidates may have in terms of pretty young nurses attentively removing hair from the construction zone may be left at the door; there's nothing sexy about donning a surgical gown, straddling a mirror placed on the floor and getting all Agent Orange on one's nethers.
Anesthetic needles were painful, one in each side of the base of the penis which felt like being punched, and a stinger on the underside of the scrotum. Some may love the smell of napalm in the morning but that aint a patch on a scenario whereby one sees smoke and asks what's burning, only to be shown a smouldering section of their own vas deferens.
Recovery time was very quick, the swelling subsiding after a few days and several days later whilst aboard a mate's fishing boat I acquiesced to requests and proudly displayed the results of the surgeon's work, unveiling a battered and blackened batwing for all the world to see.......I warned them they'd be unable to unsee it but nooooooo, they wanted proof.
Interestingly enough, despite the fact that our kids (twin boys, 13 next week) are IVF babies, so determined were we to end the reproductive process that I still underwent the snip when they were 5 months old.