I think this is now officially the TMI thread. 
My father the veterinarian used to say that one of his favorite jobs was to catheterize a male cat with a urinary blockage. Think about it - how long would it take somebody else to notice that you couldn’t urinate if you couldn’t talk? And how would you feel at the end of that?
But he used to describe the expression on the cat’s face when my dad hit pay dirt, so to speak.
But if any of those cats could type, I am sure they would post something similar to the OP.
Good luck with your penis, and thanks for the opportunity for all of us to say so.
Regards,
Shodan
Although I am told that the first thing my mother said when I was presented to her was “Eek! What is it!”
After that my parents started calling me Muffin, which was far preferable.
Diflucan. Good stuff.
(I’m told that taking acidopholous or eating yoghurt while taking the antibiotics can help prevent the yeast infection, but I’ve never researched it to find out how accurate that is. YMMV. IANAD.)