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No pun intended but hang in there. We all want to hear about you getting better.
I've had the joy of unexpectedly sliding down the trunk of a tree* while wearing only shorts WHILE I had urethral stitches . It's the sort of thing that lingers in your memory.Gusto - trust me... after something like that, you never take your Trouser Titan for granted again. EVER.
I'm not going to lie to you sir, having my mother there while someone put a catheter into me might be the worst nightmare I can think of.It is said that childbirth and being kicked in the balls are the greatest pains known to mankind. Yesterday, I was submitted to another procedure that, in my mind, completes the unholy trinity of OHMYGODTHATHURTSMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOOOOOOPP!!
Spoilered for the sake of sanity - except maybe for Shegokigo , who perhaps would consider this educational material for her future domination of the world:
As mentioned earlier, I've got a kidney drain because the tumor is threatening to block the tract that leads urine from my kidney (the only good one) to my bladder. The drain itself had almost stopped working, and finally they got an operation time for it this morning. Yesterday, however, the tumor apparently started pressing the tract and the bladder so that I was constantly aching and could barely urinate - only a trickle of blood-laced stuff. My kidney values also started spiking, so after talking with the doctor they got a person from the urological ward to come look.
With just the barest howdoyoudo, I was told to lie back - and the damn nurse shoved a catether into my bladder.
As in "took a plastic tube and shoved it up my dick, all the way into the bladder".
This has been done to me once before, and then I had to wear that catether for three whole days - and I was in constant pain. Now the resurgent memory of those days, the feeling of a tube inside my tortured John Thomas and the sheer shock of this having been done to me just like that out of the blue, I probably would have lost it there and then if my Mom hadn't managed to calm me down. She said I looked in so much pain that my head was about to burst. No wonder, considering how fucking humiliating the whole process feels, on top of the pain.
Luckily the pain subsided with time and painkillers, and I managed to get some shut-eye. Today they changed the drain, and once satisfied it was working - meaning it had leaked out about a gallon of fluids in eight hours - they removed the catether. That wasn't as painful as I had remembered, probably because it only stayed there for about 24 hours. But the insertion, and the feeling of helplessness the first time you really need to urinate but can't... the blood that leaks out when you instinctively try to squeeze out that urine you have burning in your bladder... God, the horror...
tl;dr/safe version: painful and humiliating procedure with associated memories. I am getting better now. Guys... Give your schlongs some love. Because when they're in horrid pain... there's absolutely nothing worse.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAnd I thought my vag stitches hurt.
That's the same reaction my husband had when he came out of his daze and saw it being done.AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*runs around screaming*
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Well, she was there because we have developed this system where she or my dad is always present when we go and meet the doctor. That way, I am spared the often unpleasant duty of reiterating to them what was said, thus keeping them in the know of what's going on - and there's another person there to ask questions if I fail to ask something that might be of importance.I'm not going to lie to you sir, having my mother there while someone put a catheter into me might be the worst nightmare I can think of.
That's terrifying.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure you now qualify as a cyborg. And that's an instant +150% in badassery.I am feeling better now, BTW. The kidney drain is working like a charm, meaning I only urinate the tiniest bit when I need to take a crap. It's a little uncomfortable at first, but that's passing. I'm still waiting for my lab results to come back, though; my kidney values were elevated (about 150, when for an adult it should be between 60 and 100), so they wanted me to come by today for some bloodworks. But considering how well the drain's working, I'll be damn surprised if they haven't started to go down again.
Fact: North Ranger is now a cyborg viking.
Goddamnit, I wish I had talent in drawing so I could draw that.
Yeah, one of my wisdom teeth had a curved root, and they sent me to an oral surgeon. He told me he was going to have to break away some of my jawbone. It's a really disturbing crunching noise, even when you can't feel it.Wow, sounds painful. A few years ago I had a bone graft operation on my jaw. The surgeon gave me a local anesthetic. It totally numbed my mouth but I could hear everything, including him scraping the bone. A few hours later, I was eating mashed potatoes and pudding when the painkillers wore off. It felt like a had a fire ant colony in my mouth.
Agreed, except I could feel it and let loose with a blood choked scream.Yeah, one of my wisdom teeth had a curved root, and they sent me to an oral surgeon. He told me he was going to have to break away some of my jawbone. It's a really disturbing crunching noise, even when you can't feel it.
I trained my soldiers to do foley catheters one day while in Iraq, I couldn't get a test subject so instead I had to train them as they did it on me. 6 catheters in 30 minutes....Fuck yeah!It is said that childbirth and being kicked in the balls are the greatest pains known to mankind. Yesterday, I was submitted to another procedure that, in my mind, completes the unholy trinity of OHMYGODTHATHURTSMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOOOOOOPP!!
Spoilered for the sake of sanity - except maybe for Shegokigo , who perhaps would consider this educational material for her future domination of the world:
As mentioned earlier, I've got a kidney drain because the tumor is threatening to block the tract that leads urine from my kidney (the only good one) to my bladder. The drain itself had almost stopped working, and finally they got an operation time for it this morning. Yesterday, however, the tumor apparently started pressing the tract and the bladder so that I was constantly aching and could barely urinate - only a trickle of blood-laced stuff. My kidney values also started spiking, so after talking with the doctor they got a person from the urological ward to come look.
With just the barest howdoyoudo, I was told to lie back - and the damn nurse shoved a catether into my bladder.
As in "took a plastic tube and shoved it up my dick, all the way into the bladder".
This has been done to me once before, and then I had to wear that catether for three whole days - and I was in constant pain. Now the resurgent memory of those days, the feeling of a tube inside my tortured John Thomas and the sheer shock of this having been done to me just like that out of the blue, I probably would have lost it there and then if my Mom hadn't managed to calm me down. She said I looked in so much pain that my head was about to burst. No wonder, considering how fucking humiliating the whole process feels, on top of the pain.
Luckily the pain subsided with time and painkillers, and I managed to get some shut-eye. Today they changed the drain, and once satisfied it was working - meaning it had leaked out about a gallon of fluids in eight hours - they removed the catether. That wasn't as painful as I had remembered, probably because it only stayed there for about 24 hours. But the insertion, and the feeling of helplessness the first time you really need to urinate but can't... the blood that leaks out when you instinctively try to squeeze out that urine you have burning in your bladder... God, the horror...
tl;dr/safe version: painful and humiliating procedure with associated memories. I am getting better now. Guys... Give your schlongs some love. Because when they're in horrid pain... there's absolutely nothing worse.
I weep for thy penis.I trained my soldiers to do foley catheters one day while in Iraq, I couldn't get a test subject so instead I had to train them as they did it on me. 6 catheters in 30 minutes....Fuck yeah!
And thus you became the "Throbbing Cock of Justice"...I trained my soldiers to do foley catheters one day while in Iraq, I couldn't get a test subject so instead I had to train them as they did it on me. 6 catheters in 30 minutes....Fuck yeah!
Going the extra mile, 6 inches (give or take) at a time.I trained my soldiers to do foley catheters one day while in Iraq, I couldn't get a test subject so instead I had to train them as they did it on me. 6 catheters in 30 minutes....Fuck yeah!
No no no... you're not supposed to measure from the asshole!Going the extra mile, 6 inches (give or take) at a time.
--Patrick