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Trinity, thank you so much for your concern. You send healing energy, and I can feel it. It makes a difference. Welcome to the site.
Ughhh.....Thanks FJR for that little reminder.... the catheter.
For those who haven't personally experienced this little joy, when the medical team wants you flat on your back and not getting out of bed AND they're going to be pumping you full of I.V. fluids AND they're going to be anesthitizing you and don't want you pee-ing yourself on the operating table or in your recovery bed, they offer you this non-negotiable option called a Foley Catheter.
This warm, fuzzy description alone should keep guys from wanting to enjoy a little R and R in the hospital.
A Foley is an insertable pee tube that goes from your bladder to a plastic container. It's wonderfully convenient for the patient....., except for the insertion and extraction of the device.
You're probably imagining a mildly gruesome scene already, aren't you?
As if your condition isn't dire enough, some stranger takes hold of your Willy and forces a sizably diametered tube right up into your Johnson. There is, of course, a sort of initial shock, tainted with fear, melded with genuine personal concern and a sprinkling of "You're not REALLY doing what I think you're doing....?"
But they do. No apparent respect for your masculine side, they're all business. They do the seemingly impossible and reverse direction on a one-way street by slipping a tube into your tube and when your eyes blaze wide open, they just keep pushing.
Wouldn't it be kind if they would do this procedure while you were on the operating table under anesthesia? Nnnnoooo. They do it while you're awake, and you get to watch . Same for the extraction, another spine-tingling, jaw-clenching few moments where they just pull and pull until you witness this thing popping out of your thing.
Thanks FJR, for rekindling this memory I'd so conveniently buried in the hidden dark spots of my memory...., you Freak.
Ughhh.....Thanks FJR for that little reminder.... the catheter.
For those who haven't personally experienced this little joy, when the medical team wants you flat on your back and not getting out of bed AND they're going to be pumping you full of I.V. fluids AND they're going to be anesthitizing you and don't want you pee-ing yourself on the operating table or in your recovery bed, they offer you this non-negotiable option called a Foley Catheter.
This warm, fuzzy description alone should keep guys from wanting to enjoy a little R and R in the hospital.
A Foley is an insertable pee tube that goes from your bladder to a plastic container. It's wonderfully convenient for the patient....., except for the insertion and extraction of the device.
You're probably imagining a mildly gruesome scene already, aren't you?
As if your condition isn't dire enough, some stranger takes hold of your Willy and forces a sizably diametered tube right up into your Johnson. There is, of course, a sort of initial shock, tainted with fear, melded with genuine personal concern and a sprinkling of "You're not REALLY doing what I think you're doing....?"
But they do. No apparent respect for your masculine side, they're all business. They do the seemingly impossible and reverse direction on a one-way street by slipping a tube into your tube and when your eyes blaze wide open, they just keep pushing.
Wouldn't it be kind if they would do this procedure while you were on the operating table under anesthesia? Nnnnoooo. They do it while you're awake, and you get to watch . Same for the extraction, another spine-tingling, jaw-clenching few moments where they just pull and pull until you witness this thing popping out of your thing.
Thanks FJR, for rekindling this memory I'd so conveniently buried in the hidden dark spots of my memory...., you Freak.