Posted on 07/22/2015 2:59:02 PM PDT by skeptoid
I ventured into the tall grass in search of an errant shot on the 18th at Carswell AFB in May 1983. I heard the distinctive warning of the rattlesnake and promptly, but gingerly, left the same way I came in.
Damn. Beat me to it.
I got ya beat on the catheter. (Not the cancer, I had Kidney cancer, my catheter was for a stone after effect)
I had the catheter done same way as you, then they attached a vacuum to it.
Until you’ve had the inside wall of you bladder “grabbed” by a suction tube, ya just haven’t lived!!
I lifted 6” off the table, and threatened to beat the doctor to death. I asked him what kind of Marquis de Sade $hit he was doing to me.
Dirty glasses read that as ‘damn prostitute’
Weellll, Freudian as it is, you get something like a Catheter for that also, and it’s just as unpleasant! :)
Down in MS, we know to look for gators around water holes and snakes in the grass - being aware probably saved me a half dozen potential snake bites over the years. Had one ball settle in a 10” deep depression by a culvert bridge and when I got ready to reach in among the twigs and leaves to retrieve it, I noticed one of the bigger twigs had eyes and fangs - them babies can really lay a hurting on you.
As an aside:
When preparing for your prostate exam, practice relaxing your anus repeatedly. Trust me, it helps, if even just a little bit.
Also, try to find a doctor with the smallest hands possible. I lucked out and got a tiny Russian lady with the most graceful, delicate fingers in Houston.
Next time, vodka from the bottle will be a pivotal part of my preparations.
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