Through my stomach. They cathetered me during it and removed it before I woke. That and the anesthesia caused me to have the issues with peeing.
It made me think of that catheter cowboy in the commercials. "I've been cathing for 25 years!" No dude just no.
"I've had 14 broken bones, 2 concussions, and a punctured lung. I know pain!" Oh boy. I remember that commercial.
I wore one for 2 weeks and went to have it remove at the urologist and a cute little intern asked if I would mind if she could remove it with the doc observing. I said have at it! Ouch!
Ha! Well let me tell you a truth. It is pebbles come out you're dick that set the standard for pain! Perhaps a slight re-calibration is due where the pebbles can't get out through you're dick. When the nurse asks you on a scale of 1 to 10 where is you're pain level? The stones not getting out are 11 on that scale. Broken bones and catheters are not in the same game. Enjoy you're soup. Shit can get worse!
I'm O- too. It's always the most "in demand" blood type. Anybody that is RH negative can use it, but we can't use anything else.
I use to love to fish and camp up the Breitenbush river near the hot springs. Haven't fished in the Detroit reservoir in many decades but it truly is God's country up there.
When I was about 14 years old, a fellow from Salem, brought me a new Garcia (later called a Mitchell) spinning reel if I would guide him on a Steel-head fishing trip on the North Santiam river. Damn! I was pleased to do it, I coveted that reel. It was state of the art at the time, imported from France as I recall. Geez, you know that thing went for about $30 buck at the time, that's like 400 or 500 in today's depreciated money. I had a number of clients that kept me pretty busy in the spring fishing the North Santiam and the Little North Fork.
