All of you guys who are talking about these lengthy urinations might want to ask the doc about it some day. I had record-length sessions when I was growing up and then I mentioned “painful urination” to a Navy doctor. I’m happy now, but I wasn’t very happy at the time with the events that followed.
ahem… TMI follows.
They found that I had a “urethral stricture” an inch or so away from the bladder – sure enough, I could see it on the x-ray, a little pinched-off section that was causing my troubles. The solution was to run a series of thin rods down my johnson, substituting thicker and thicker rods until the job was deemed complete. The final rod appeard to be as thick as a pencil :eek:. The rods went in about 10 or 12 inches, far more than could fit in the shaft. The doctor told me that the rods went all the way to the bladder.
Since this was a Navy doctor’s office, they invited a half dozen corpsmen students (both male and female) to stand around and stare while the doctor did his business.
When I left that doctor’s office and returned to my quarters, I went for a piss and was totally amazed at the fire-hose-quality 15-second blast that followed.
Unfortunately, stretching out the tight spot didn’t do the trick and it tightened right back up a year later.
The Navy sent me to the hospital to get rid of the problem for good. I had a fairly disturbing experience where a very attractive female Navy urologist was examining my bits with no one else in the room (she even unbuckled my pants for the examination – this would be totally inappropriate these days). I was deeply concerned that I might inadvertantly do something out of line, but everything stayed cool. She told me pleasant things about sliding a slim instrument with a retractable scalpal blade into my member :eek:.
The next day, I found myself on the receiving end of a spinal tap. Everything below the waist disappeared. The anesthesiologist gave me some absolutely bitchin’ shots, telling me “This one is six strawberry margaritas.” and “This one is two vodka martinis – shaken, not stirred.” After all of that, they could have turned me into a girl for all I cared.
Fortunately, all went well, and I am still peeing forcefully, if not fire-hose strength, seventeen years later.