Aint that the truth. Have I told you about my latest operation?
But seriously folks aside from that knee operation two years prior I had a serious case of BPH. Look it up. Fuggin Hindenberg. Could not pee as Greger thru Suess so eloquently pointed out.
When I could no longer take it I finally ended up at the urologists. I was asked to give a urine sample to detect possible blood and what they got was a large blood sample to possibly detect urine. Seriously. My bladder was splitting and rupturing.
They hysterically jammed a tube up my dick and it was like the lion with the thorn pulled out of the paw. Oh gawd-----thank you. I had the catheter for a week and then the paddle drill up the urethrae. Or the salami slicer or the laser. Take your pick. I was sliced and diced.
When I came home I went to the toilet to pee. Blood and urine shot out and splattered all over the toilet and the wall behind. It looked like someone had capped himself with a .45 in the bathroom. Seriously. The walls and toilet were covered. So I went out to the backyard.
I found out I could shoot my piss about ten yards out. Seriously. I pissed over the neighbors fence in a tower of glory. It was a stupendous sight I wish i had recorded. My full bladder could be evacuated in five seconds flat. In a very thick stream.
So I then went for the followup. Doc told me I had “An Olympic shaped bladder with astonishing muscles”. From pushing the trickle for all those years.
It’s normal now.