Sunday, October 29, 2023

13 - DRIVING ON - HOLDING OFF

BEYOND PAIN

When experiencing extreme pain - literally 'unbearable' pain - the brain 'disconnects'/ switches off in order to prevent further system damages resulting from the overbearing pain. It renders you unconscious. Unconsciousness in this scenario is the brain's 'fuse' tripping. 



It's summer 2016. I'm driving from Dublin to Belfast, a journey I do frequently. It's 2 hours on a good day - far longer than I'm able to hold my pee so I have my regular places to stop at the side of the road. Not being brash, uninhibited or thoughtless enough to just go right there on the roadside in full view of passing motorists I always go out of sight - mostly in fields where I've often relieved myself in front of an audience of inquisitive cows .... and boy oh boy can they pee!?

Today though I'm on the way to a family barbecue that has already started. It's the weekend. The sun is splitting the sky and I don't want to waste any time stopping so when the urge to go arrives about 30 minutes north of Dublin I decide to ignore it and keep driving. Over the next 30 or 40 minutes the urge comes and goes, each time the detrusor muscle contractions growing a bit stronger and more painful. (Could this be what labour is like before childbirth!? Different muscles I know, but it sounds so similar) Pressing the tips of my fingers hard in to my groin area helps dull the pain.

I get to the outskirts of Newry, a grim town just north of 'the border'. Only 50 more minutes or so to go, but by now the pain is making me cry out. Nevertheless I still resist my bladder's severe warnings. I'm sweating now from the physical effort of urine containment but I'm determined that I'VE GOT THIS! 

Then the coming and going of the muscle contractions stops. They are suddenly replaced by a continual blindingly painful contraction that sends a solid sheet of cramps out around my bladder filling my lower torso and groin. Now I fucking have to stop the car! I can't go on. 

I start crying out in agony. My body screams "Scream you useless fucker - SCREEEEAM!" I couldn't stop myself even if my life depended on it. The pain is overcoming my brain so much that I can hardly see the road to look for a place to stop. Delirium has set in. This is much worse than I've ever gone through before. I'm in uncharted territory.



I jerk the car off the road. This time I'll pee anywhere when I get stopped. There's no time for caring. Steering in to the layby there's an open farm gate in to a field right in front of me. The car jumps as the wheels leave the tarmac and hit a deep muddy dip across the threshold in to the field and comes to an abrupt stop. 

I pull the door release with great difficulty but the pain is now too great to push it open. I've completely seized up in the seat. Any movement is crippling. In my nightmarish fever pitch I have a ridiculous but frightening thought - that I'm not going to survive this. Seizure .... panic .... 



That's the last I remember .... blackout .... coming round some time later lying on the ground outside the car in the sun. My face is pressed painfully in to the hay stubble. I am confused, disorientated and exhausted like I've just had marathon sex whilst running a marathon. I lie where I am for some time just gathering strength. White noise sound of passing traffic on the road beyond. 

Peeling myself off the ground takes a lot of effort. I am wet with sweat and I've pissed myself. I am still in a lot of cramping pain but it isn't anything like before. I can move, but can't stand up straight. I'm not in a fit state to drive. I fit myself back in to the car. I shouldn't turn the key but of course I do.

The family barbecue was great ... I think. I have no recollection of it other than that it happened after the above.

At the beginning of this blog when I was just getting going I asked the question - "... is it just me?' Now, recalling and writing about this incident I realise that in this instance it is just me. Of course it bloody is! What other masochistic cretin could there be walking the planet who'd put himself through this torture and STILL not do anything about it!? 

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Tuesday, October 24, 2023

12 - FACEBOOK GROUPS AND POSTS


Since publishing this blog I've started to use Facebook to find groups committed to prostate related issues. There are quite a few. They have been set up all around the world and deal with everything and anything prostate related. 

As I begin to read the regular posts from fellow BPH sufferers a couple of key themes are emerging.

Many posts are added by men either approaching or in recovery from their first hoLEP (holeum laser enucleation of the prostate) or TURP (transurethral resection of the prostate)

They are seeking advice on whether this is the right surgery for them to have and what to expect from it.

I'd never heard of hoLEP before now. It wasn't discussed with me by my doctor or surgeon. TURP was the only option.

From what I've read there are a number of differences between the two proceedures. The most significant is that hoLEP (a day proceedure) uses laser technology whereas TURP (an in-patient proceedure) uses a heated electrical loop. The implications of this vis a vis hospital in patient time, recovery time and complications are various, but from what I can tell they both have a broadly similar result - the removal of pieces of the prostate from the pathway of the urethra. If you're interested in reading first hand accounts join those prostate related Facebook groups. New contributions are being made all the time.

At the end of this post I've added links to a couple of hoLEP/ TURP related internet articles, but of course there are many others you can easily find through your search engine.


In case it's of interest here's a short step by step account of my TURP proceedure and the aftermath:

July 25th 2023 - Tuesday

Admitted to hospital in Dublin

Operated on later the same day under general anaesthetic.

Proceedure took under an hour.

Woke up in no pain (but some discomfort), fitted with a catheter. Confined to bed. Took pain killers. No food, only fluids.

July 26th 2023 - Wednesday

Advised to get out of bed and walk as much as possible.

Did 8 or 10 rounds of the ward during the day. Walking wasn't painful but was awkward with catheter and bag strapped to leg. Took pain killers. 

July 27th 2023 - Thursday

Catheter removed late morning. Took pain killers. Completely unexpected emptying of bladder about half an hour later - complete incontinence - but this was the first and last time (there was always a very short painful warning thereafter - though no possibility of stopping the flow)

First proper pee about an hour after that - big flow/ 5 seconds followed by blood and prostate debris.

Plenty of brisk walking around the ward.

Urgent need to pee small amounts througout rest of day and night and much leakage. Blood in urine.

July 28th 2023 - Friday

 Discharged from hospital. Continued urgent need to pee and leakage. Blood in urine.

July 29th - August 23rd 2023

Continued urgent need to pee small amounts and full uncontrollable emptying of bladder (incontinence??) several times a day - I called this 'incontinence', but my surgeon preferred to call it 'leakage'. Technically he may be right given that the 'urgent need' meant there was some warning - no matter how small - whereas with incontinence apparently there isn't any warning. Blood in urine.

August 23rd 2023 onwards

Blood in urine stopped on August 23rd. Continued urgent need to pee small amounts and less regular uncontrollable emptying of bladder for around 5 more weeks along with constant leakage. 

Follow up consultation with surgeon on September 6th. Peed myself in the meeting! He prescribed Vesomni - a bladder muscle relaxant and assured me that my delayed recovery was due to a prolonged period of stressed bladder muscles pre TURP and it would come right.

Today - October 20th 2023

Continued urgent and frequent need to pee small amounts, but that was mixed with periods of less urgency/ much greater flow and seems to be reducing gradually. No more incontinence, but continuation of 'leakage' though that too is reducing gradually.

Am now peeing 3 - 5 times at night - usually larger amounts each time. Lying down seems to help.


For comparison between TURP and hoLEP read:

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/19570488/ 

For more info on hoLEP surgery see:

https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/conditions-and-diseases/benign-prostatic-hyperplasia-bph/prostate-holmium-laser-enucleation-holep#:~:text=HoLEP%20uses%20a%20light%20beam,prostate%20size%20and%20patient%20health.

For more info on TURP surgery see:

https://www.nhsinform.scot/tests-and-treatments/surgical-procedures/transurethral-resection-of-the-prostate-turp/#:~:text=A%20transurethral%20resection%20of%20the,the%20bladder%20to%20the%20penis).


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Sunday, October 22, 2023

11 - BRICKING MYSELF

When I was 14 my friend TM and I decided we wanted to know what it was like to lose consciousness - to be knocked out. At his house after school one day we collected a bunch of concrete bricks and proceeded to drop them on each others head behind his garage. It didn't work. With each blow to the head from the falling brick we remained all too conscious whilst sustaining quite serious cranial cuts and bruising. Our initial eagerness to achieve our goal soon left us as the need for self preservation kicked in. 

I never wanted to know what losing consciousness felt like after that. TM went on to become an anaesthetist though so the experiment and accompanying suffering wasn't all in vain. I hope he counted that day as seminal! I gained no such inspiration for my future working life.

I've been 'knocked out' a few times since those heady childhood days - but each time whilst in hospital under anaesthetic - not a brick in sight! I've always quietly enjoyed the experience.

It's like magic. One minute I'm flat on my back on a trolley bed joking with the anaesthetist (in my experience all anaesthetists are irreverent, joke-crackingly hilarious people) - the next I'm coming round in a post-op ward talking dribbling gibberish to a bunch of nurses tending to my every need and I'm pain-relieved to the blissful hilt. What's not to like!?

I've been knocked out only once without the help of either bricks or anaesthetic, or drugs or any other external influence including human. This time my body and mind conspired to do it all by their complex, knowing selves. More about that to come ....

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Friday, October 20, 2023

10 - PAIN (B) - GALLOPING MALE STUPIDITY

I needlessly put myself through 15 years of acute and varied pain. I still don't fully understand why but it's certain that galloping male stupidity played a very large part. I've suffered from bouts of that from childhood but it seems to have got worse with age!


Is your prostate condition causing you pain? When you need to pee is the pain often or always acute? Do you constantly dread the pain coming on? Does it stop you sleeping through the night? Does it prevent you from socialising or even wanting to socialise? Has it started to change the way you live your life - your routines and activities?




Constant (chronic) or even regular pain is not normal or necessary for most people to suffer from. There are solutions - whether natural, pharmaceutical and/ or surgical.


Just in case you too are affected by galloping male stupidity -

If your condition is treatable then the pain it causes is too and I urge you to apply yourself to getting help for that as soon as you can. Make it your number one priority - ahead of pursuing any other issue in your life. Not to do so will affect the quality of every part of your life. 

My prostate condition and resulting bladder pain has substantially affected me - from the work that I do and the pleasure I no longer take in it, my lapsed relationships, my lapsed social life, my lapsed friendships. Everything has changed through my failure to deal with my tiny swollen prostate.

Don't go there if you can help it - it's a world of pain!


 

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Tuesday, October 17, 2023

9 - PAIN (A) ... WHAT SORT OF AMAZING PAIN MUST THAT BE JK!!?

Although this blog is dedicated to the discussion and exploration of matters prostate and urological it isn't going to be all doom and gloom. Somehow after going through many years of 'suffering' I now find myself hell bent on discovering the humour in that  - toilet humour perhaps - of which there must be plenty. If I didn't I suppose I'd become a miserable and resentful glass-half-empty kind of bastard - which I'm not. I'm a half-glass-full'er (subtle different) That's the best I can do given my complex urination constraints.

However there's no avoiding the subject of physical pain and it will weave in and out of other topics in this blog. It has been a constant in my life - and no doubt most people's with prostate complications so I have lots to say on the subject. It's an interesting subject to boot.

SOLDIERS 11

When I was a kid I had a box of plastic medieval soldiers with which I played in the sand pit with my neighbour JK. Pointed helmets, heraldic banners, flowing uniform, big shields and very cool chainmail.



With these we'd spend hours acting out ferocious imaginary battles. In our mind's eye as we twisted and turned our little plastic men between finger tips there was much screaming, clashing of swords, spear throwing and breaching of imaginary castle walls. 

It was chaos, bloody mayhem and suffering. Valiant soldiers were run through or decapitated. Skulls were smashed to bits with bludgeons. Limbs were chopped clean off with axes. There was no limit to the savagery in our vivid imaginations! 

During these battles I often wondered what it would be like to have your arm chopped off at the shoulder - LIKE - WHAT SORT OF AMAZING PAIN MUST THAT BE JK!!? With no experience to go on we hadn't a clue so we once tried to find out by deliberately cutting each other. A small 'nick' from a penknife was all we could manage and it was all we needed!! The resulting few drops of blood sealed our understanding of inflicted pain. My God those men went through hell.

    


I brought that fascination with pain in to my adult life. Since then when I get a knock or an injury I often still refer back to those impressionable childhood days when I learned the concept of battle field pain from invoking the ghosts of men who'd lived and died many hundreds of years before.



Before connecting to my own experience of pee-pain I want to dwell a bit on what pain is and how it affects us, so here's the sciencey bit ....

According to the British Pain Society pain is ....

"An unpleasand sensory and emotional experience associated with, or resembling that associated with, actual or potential tissue damage." They go on to say 'Pain is always a personal experience that is influenced to varying degrees by biological, psychological, and social factors - and - "Through their life experiences, individuals learn the concept of pain." 

In layman's terms this means - pain isn't one thing, it's a feeling, an experience, an understanding, a shitty sensation of the body causing a negative emotional reaction. We learn how to experience pain and that varies from person to person.

There are five medical categories of pain. These are:

*    Acute pain

*    Chronic pain

*    Neuropathic pain

*    Nociceptive pain

*    Radicular pain

Of these five only two - ACUTE and CHRONIC - refer to the perisisence or longevity of the pain. Acute pain is a pain of relatively short duration that normally goes away when the body heals the associated wound - like after a fall or with toothache. Chronic pain is pain that isn't specific to an injury, doesn't go away and carries on continually for more than 3 months resisting treatment with drugs. 

How can we understand how painful a pain is?  

The answer to that is simple - we can't. No one can adequately describe or quantify a level of pain - theirs or anyone else's. People have different pain thresholds - some low, some high. There's no scientific measure for it.

Our body 'gives us' pain to alert us to the need to look after some aspect of our health. Its like a fire alarm. It occurs for many different reasons. An injury like a fall or a cut brings pain but so does a hidden ailment - flu or a pulled muscle - or a disease like malaria. According to the UK's National Health Service the 20 most painful CONDITIONS are:  

Source - (https://www.physicianpartnersofamerica.com/health-news/pain-management/nhs-list-of-worst-possible-pain-experiences/ ) 

This NHS list has been widely shared through other reputable medical and news outlets so one assumes it has as stated the weight of research behind it. Other internet sources list cancer as another of the most painful conditions - that seems to be a no-brainer and seemingly a big oversight by the NHS.

I would also include man flu in that list of painful conditions. I know that for some strange reason only men get it but I've had it a good few times and it's always indescribably and unquantifiably awful! Women are so fortunate to be immune to it. 😉

In terms of acute and acutely painful experiences I'd put Chinese wrist burns, a dead arm, a kick in the balls, waterboarding and being lifted by the scruff of your neck by your sadist maths teacher JT at the top of my own list titled 'PLEASE GOD - NEVER AGAIN!'


After much trawling of the internet I can't find one medical or non-medical source that includes 'benign prostatic hyperplasia' in its list of most painful conditions - nor even an article that focuses on the pain that accompanies condition. This surprises and concerns me because I have been through the satanic pee mills and I know just what depths I have gone to - and on a scale of one to ten it's way WAY beyond 11! 

Could it just be that I have a very low pain threshold and that in the whole world of men with enlarged prostate conditions only I have had this experience? How do I even go about finding that out? Perhaps reactions to this blog will help me to do so. Fingers and legs crossed for that.


S-O-C-R-A-T-E-S

SOCRATES is a mnemonic acronym used by emergency medical servicesphysiciansnurses, and other health professionals to evaluate the nature of pain that a patient is experiencing. In terms of the severity of the pain however it still has no system for calculating the level of pain.

SOCRATES PAIN CALCULATOR
                                                                                                                 SOCRATES pain evaluation

I reckon there are only two ways to know that someone is in the most severe pain they can take.

The first is if the sufferer is highly distressed and begs to be allowed to die - crying out "I can't take anymore. I beg you please put me out of my misery .... kill me right now!" 

The second is if the sufferer falls unconscious, their nervous system being unable to take the sensory overload. 

The pain of childbirth is often used as the measure for the worst pain and without a doubt that pain must be extraordinary - pushing an object the size of a bowling ball out through a reluctant but expandable 3 inch opening - I'm so glad I'm a man! 

Of her experience of childbirth my friend GM said:

"The morning I experienced my first induced labour there was a woman screaming very loudly in the room next door. It really sounded like she was being tortured. I asked my obstetrician why? He smiled and said “You’re going to find out shortly!”.

Over the course of the next 16 hours I did find out!

Thankfully the cry of a healthy baby helps to dull the memory of labour pain. So I went back to be tortured on 3 more occasions. The next 2 deliveries were sheer agony.

For my fourth delivery I went the C-section route deciding that a pain free delivery would be much better for me. However this time the little bugger wouldn’t come out. A scheduled C-section turned into an emergency C-section and it took 45 minutes of pushing and pulling to get him out.

Twenty years on the leg press at my gym brings me straight back to those laborious times."

I really feel GM's pain ... well not really but on a scale of 1 - 10 I get the feeling she was ticking the 11 box - depending of course on the pain relief drugs flowing through her body at the time. Maybe she was just floating around with the fairies in la-la land!

Epidural ain relief is often used during childbirth so it must be a pretty bad trip - sometimes literally unbearable. However even some women who've been through the experience say they've been through worse with much more mundane conditions -  broken bones, migraine headaches and root canal treatment. (See - https://www.verywellfamily.com/things-that-hurt-worse-than-childbirth-2759379#:~:text=And%20almost%20every%20pain%20you,may%20not%20be%20for%20another)

So childbirth isn't the right measure for levels of pain - they vary too much from one delivery to another.

I think the only truly reliable indicator of literally unbearable pain is the loss of consciousness. After all who can really tell how much pain someone who's asking to be killed is actually in? They may just have had a really bad day at the office!

However when your mind reaches the point where it just can't take any more of what the body is giving it and shuts down - that surely is the definition of full-on unbearable pain - the mother of all pain - the painmeister - the paindemic - the painy dreadful.  

TO BE CONTINUED ....





Friday, August 18, 2023

8 - PUT A NAME ON IT ... 'PEELESSNESS'

If you're anything like me, you've spent a lot of time doing your best to hide your problematic peeing and the pain you suffer. It's too embarrassing to talk about. People would just laugh at you to your face or behind your back. Perhaps you still don't even know what's actually causing your condition. All you know it's to do with your bladder. 

With a number of possible medical issues having similar symptoms to yours you are unlikely to be able to self diagnose accurately. You will need a medical consultation.



I spent more than 15 years clueless to the fact that my bladder wasn't even the problem. I couldn't pee properly (I called that 'peelessness') so naturally I thought the issue was with my bladder because that's where pee comes from - right? ... WRONG, SO STUPIDLY COCKING WRONG!!

Here's a brief outline of the various symptoms of 'peelessness'. I wish I'd known them from the very beginning of my journey:

The inability to pee properly is called 'urinary retention'. Urinary retention is a condition that relates to a number of health problems including: 

PROSTATITIS 

CYSTITIS

URINARY TRACT INFECTION

OVERACTIVITY OF THE DETRUSORY MUSCLES (WEAKENED BLADDED MUSCLES)

BENIGN PROSTATE ENLARGEMENT 

PROSTATE CANCER 



Regardless of what the cause is, urinary retention can be excruciatingly painful in its own right.

The symptoms are:

*    the inability to pee/ empty your bladder                                                       

*    pain/ swelling in lower abdomen

*    urgent need to pee                                                                                             ❌


With chronic (ongoing) urinary retention additional symptoms can be:

*    frequent urination in small amounts                                                                  ❌

*    difficulty starting the flow - called 'hesitancy'                                              

*    a slow/ weak stream of urine                                                                        

*    urgent need to pee, but with little or no success                                          

*    still feeling the need to pee even after you've peed                                     

*    uncontrollable leaking                                                                                            ❌


Before my prostateoperation (TURP) my condition matched the ✅  Afterwards the conditions marked with an ❌  still exist. In addition I am still unable to empty my bladder in one go so the operation wasn't a complete success in curing my problems. With a consultation yet to take place with my surgeon I don't know what the next step is.

***For assessment of the symptoms you are experiencing and diagnosis of their cause you will need to be examined by a doctor and you should arrange that as soon as possible.***


Several weeks after my prostate operation it looks like my issues were not related to my bladder so I will not address anything to do with the bladder. I only had BENIGN PROSTATE ENLARGEMENT. My urethra was blocked so I couldn't pee.

How 'benign prostate enlargement' (BPE) causes pain:

The bladder is essentially a hollow muscle-bound organ, a sack in which excess urine from your kidneys is stored prior to it being ejected from the body through your penis. Once it's full it needs to be emptied to make way for the regular flow from the kidneys. 

From the bladder the stored urine passes down the narrow urethra tube to the head of the penis and out of the body. Between the penis and the bladder is the prostate. It wraps around the urethra. In older males this gets larger with age. As it does so it can start to put pressure on the urethra thus narrowing the opening and restricting the passage of urine along it. That means your bladder has difficulty emptying. The bladder muscles contract but little urine passes out so they stay contracted, still trying to do their job. This is where the pain comes from. You'd think the damn pee woud just drop out with gravity but obviously God had other thoughts that Friday 6000 years ago!




My pee problem grew gradually between 2008 and 2020. During that time my ability to pass urine steadily but imperceptibly reduced and the pain of doing so increased. I'd been going to my doctor about it for years, but he'd just do tests for urinary tract infections and give me the all clear saying "It's just one of those things that happens when you get older". I started referring to my condition as 'old man's bladder' - not an attractive label but it seemed perfectly fitting and I adopted it to use when necessary in my interactions with people who remarked on the frequency with which I was going for a pee. That made me feel much older than my 53 years. 

For a long time neither I or my doctor knew that my bladder wasn't even the problem. I had lack of medical training as an excuse - he didn't and I still don't understand why he failed me so badly on this, losing me years during which I could have been receiving treatment and living a relatively pain free life.

He did finally refer me to a specialist in 2019 and I was put on the end of a waiting list that, little did I know, was going to be four and a half years long. During that time I found out a lot about pain. 







Monday, August 14, 2023

7 - PEENESS ENVY

A healthy male bladder can hold 400 - 700 millilitres of urine before it reaches capacity, but it can be stretched to hold much more. A friend of mine can drink 4 pints of beer (2300 milli-lilli-litres) without having to pee. I can't even begin to get my head around that!

                      

As someone who has spent years having to pee after just a few swigs of tea/ coffee/ water/ beer that impresses me so much that I suspect I may have 'peeness envy'. 

If only I could pee like that - I'd be a real man! Am I the only one? Sigmund Freud certainly didn't touch on it in his seminal 1908 article "On the Sexual Theories of Children" in which he introduces the concept of 'penis envy'.

I've never cared about the size of my penis. It's probably average but I haven't done the research. That its always been fit for purpose is good enough for me. In public urinals I have no interest in catching a glimpse of other men's cocks. However I'm fully signed up to peeness envy! As I stand there waiting and waiting in the hope of ejecting a thimble full or two of my own urine I always have an ear open for the sound of other's pee splashing copiously in to the trough below. If only my peeness could be that big! It used to be but I no longer remember those good old days where I could hold my own in any urinal.


A carefree memory of peefullness:

Remembering back to my childhood - my best friend JK and I once had a competition to see who could pee for the longest. We each drank a big bottle of puneapple flavoured Maine lemonade (12 pence I think) and then hung around the spaceship tree beside my house waiting to need to go. When the time came JK peed for far longer than me, and on top of that he was able to spray the jet right up into the air above his head. We were 8 or 9 at the time. Ah those were the days! Perhaps I've had peeness envy ever since? What on earth would Freud have had to say!?




Thursday, August 10, 2023

6 - I LITERALLY PISSED MYSELF ... THE FIRST TIME

It started long before this - the discomfort, the increased need to go, the inability to go. That got worse and worse over the succeeding years, but the first 'headline' event was in the summer of 2013. That's when it all came out in the open. Before then I'd had to pee far too regularly and more urgently than others - friends and family. This time however it was on a new level and I really should have taken heed and taken stock. Instead I let it go on for six more years - typical bloody man.

The wedding of a wealthy friend. A country house in Wiltshire. The theme of gangsters & molls (ffs!). 

No expense spared - seemingly. I was collected from Bristol airport by one of numerous chauffeurs hired for the day. Sun splitting the sky. Champagne on the lawn on arrival. Hard to take it all in. Just beautiful. Idyllic.

A huge white marquee erected in the picture postcard oak tree-dotted-field beyond the rose beds and manicured borders.  Quintessentially English rolling countryside. A privilege to have been invited. Wouldn't be anywhere else.

Drinks and introductions over a few jovial games of croquet on a real croquet lawn. Then a call to assemble.  

It was a long walk to the marquee, perhaps 3 minutes. I made my way past the glamping tent area, hay bales and fire pits, outdoor games areas buzzing with frolicking kids in colourful summer oufits. It was going to be a very good day - a day to remember.

In the marquee that's filling up with guests I find my table. As I do so I'm talking to some bright-young-thing London artist type who thinks the future of art is going to be computer generated blah blah blah. 

Just as I sit down I need a pee. I've drunk 2 or 3 or 4 glasses of champagne in the past hour so nothing unusual about that, but the suddeness is. No warning, no discomfort or dull pain - I just HAVE TO PEE RIGHT NOW - NOW - NOOOW! But the bright young artist thing won't give me the damned pause in conversation I need to excuse myself politely. He just goes on and on talking until I just can't go on listening. I'm going to piss myself. I turn and run out of the tent leaving him in mid sentence - like a scene in a trashy movie. I've never done that to anyone before and now I'm going to have to come back and sit with him for the length of the dinner. This isn't of any concern at all to me right now though.

My only concern is - WHERE THE FECK ARE THE DAMN PORTALOOS!? I hadn't seen any on my way to the marquee so now I have to locate them VERY PISSING FAST!


None in sight though. I've already pissed a little bit in my pants. The rest isn't going to wait much longer. As I look around for a simple fucking chemical loo the searing pain is already bending every muscle in my body downwards and inwards towards that peppercorn size bladder exit and the detrusor muscles that hold it shut. It is all I can do not to fold up on the ground and scream in agony at passing feet. A minute ago I'd been at a wedding. Now I'm in a world of uncontrollable excruciating pain and internal primal screaming. In the world I've just left people still pass by on their jolly way in and out of the marquee. Serving staff carry trays of drinks from the bar as I stand there consumed in agony by a white hot bladder from hell.



I run around the back of the marquee to where the catering trucks are. Lots of people busily at work but no loos and nowhere to go without being seen - that consideration has never left me. 

A hundred and fifty guests in a tent in the middle of a field drinking like fish and not a single pissoir to be had! How could my friend have come up short in this way? Christ's sake people are you all bladderless!? is it just me that needs to pee here!? Turns out the groom had forgotten about loos. He'd ticked off on fire pits and hay bales, bunting and festoon lights but not anywhere to piss out the booze we're going to be guzzling like there's no tomorrow!

I turn and head for the main house several minutes walk away but I am never going to make it. I can hardly put one leg in front of the other with the cramping pain. I'm pissing cold sweat out of my pores. It's very hot so how that's even possible I don't know. A couple of far too exhuberant kids ask me to play hide and seek with them. I don't even answer. I can't. I am in a delirium. Perhaps the effect of ignoring them will change the course of their lives in some small way - their faith in humanity or something. I couldn't care less. Nature is calling me and it's calling like a cat on a hot tin roof.

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Then in mid stride my bladder does what bladders and dams do under pressure. It opens the floodgates and rapidly empties itself. The pressurised flow of body temperature urine pulses in to my nether regions, fills my boxer shorts, streams down my legs soaking through my cheap white polyester 'gangster' trousers on the way before collecting copiously in my shoes. I'm still walking as I feel the trouser fabric stick to my skin like clingfilm. Then in a final act of humiliation the pee suddenly turns from hot to cold. My transition from wedding guest to urine drenched basket case is complete.

I'm twisted in pain but somehow still on the move, passing guests and smiling warmly, hoping my condition isn't that noticeable, hoping they don't see what's happening down below. It is noticeable though and of course they see. 

Before I think to take my jacket off to cover my pissy pants Elizabeth passes me by. I know by her double take downward glances to my groin area that she's seen the state I'm in but she valiantly pretends not to have. To this day nothing has been said but I have no doubt she has dined out well once or twice on the story and if so I forgive her that. Who the hell wouldn't tell the story of someone pissing themself in front of you at an otherwise humdrum upper crust wedding?

After changing my trousers and drying out my only pair of shoes as best I can I rejoin the wedding party, but my mood has changed and full engagement no longer possible. I can't throw myself back in to the carefree gaiety. I'm now an outsider - an oddball - a piss artist in genteel company - mister pissy pants. I can't wait to get away, but there's still a whole day and night to get through. Nightmare.

You don't forget the first time you piss yourself. It's a very unfamiliar and troubling experience. Apart from the embarrassment there's the feeling of inadequacy, of immaturity and even helplessness. Little kids wet the bed. Then they grow up and stop. Pissing myself that day really rattled me - being so out of control of my body and experiencing so much sudden pain. 

In the succeeding years I've pissed myself on other occasions. It has been an inevitable result of my untreated condition. Of course I've desperately tried not to, the physical strain of which has caused literally unbearable pain - a deterioration in my condition to the point where pissing myself would have been a desirable and healthier alternative. More about that in an upcoming post.

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Wednesday, August 9, 2023

5 - MINE'S BIGGER THAN YOURS!

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A healthy prostate in boys and younger men is about the size of a walnut though it grows bigger as you get older. The smaller your prostate the better. Unlike the penis you do not want to have a big one! It's nothing to be boasting about if you do ... but if you really feel the need you can still compare it with all your mates' behind the bike shed! The only way to check its size though is by sticking your finger up your bum - and then up all your mates' bums and having a good feel around. Good luck with that!

The prostate's function is to create and secrete prostate fluid, an important component of semen - the stuff we men contribute to the human reproductive process. Only males have a prostate. Females don't need one, but who knows how long that will last!?

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A male's prostate can be fully removed if it's damaged or diseased. However it isn't like the seemingly useless appendix or tonsils. It has a specific and important function in the production of semen and without it you can become infertile and erections and ejaculations can stop. So no prostate = no more how's your father!?

The prostate contributes up to 30 pecent of the total semen volume. The remainder comes from the seminal vesicles and the testicles

Prostate fluid is a potent thick white mix of enzymes, citric acid and zinc, tasty components that make it ideal for carrying semen out of the body in to its intended target - or a handy tissue!

It's a compact little gland but far from perfect. It doesn't age well and stops functioning properly in around 50% of males over the age of fifty and 90% of over eighties. That isn't the sort of reliability you'd want under the bonnet of your car!

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If you were ever inclined to start taking intelligent design seriously as an alternative to evolution look no further than the prostate for the ludicrousness of the idea. Intelligent designers argue that planet earth and everything on it is so perfectly 'created', so intricate in its 'design' that it couldn't have come about without the help of the beardy man in the sky. For them evolution didn't happen .... oh and of course fossils aren't old either!

Perhaps however I'm wrong and God just designed and installed the prostate on a Friday when he was in a hurry to get Adam done and dusted down on planet earth so he could skip rush hour and get back to his forever home in the universe - a long commute. That would go some way to explaining the very poor plumbing job he did.

It's a plumbing disaster waiting to happen. Your prostate is positioned between your bladder and your penis. It wraps around the urethra - the tube that feeds urine to the end of your knob. You just couldn't pick a worse place to put it. 

When you're young and it's small and healthy everything's tickety-boo. You can pee for Ireland!

However as you get older and your prostate starts to enlarge it puts pressure on the delicate pee-carrying tube (the urethra) running through its core. The flow through the urethra is then restricted and so too is your ability to pee. Less pee flow with more effort to pee starts to make your peeing life notably uncomfortable and there begins the downward descent towards pee-less-ness. Where once it was just a matter of a quick trip to the loo a few times a day peeing becomes a more regular, more painful and less successful affair.




Monday, August 7, 2023

4 - DYING FOR A PEE

Besides sex and masturbation is there anything more quietly but deeply satisfying and stress relieving than having a quick pee?  

With a normal bladder the early stages of needing to pee aren't painful. Your bladder muscles give you just a little poke to let you know it'll be on its way soon. You have time to get ready - find a 'restroom' or a secluded spot where you can see to your bladder's upcoming need. If you're in company you make your excuses - "I just need to take a leak! Back in a wee minute!" and off you go. Once in position you relax your bladder's muscles and out it flows ..... ahhhhhhhhh yessssss indeeedy-needy -peedy! ...... giving you a very pleasing feeling of relief and even a gratifying sense of achievement.



What though if you are prevented from meeting your body's need to pee? You're in a meeting or on a bus or at the park and there's no toilet to go to. A 'comfort break' just isn't possible. How easily that little poke can turn in to great discomfort and then outright agonising pain. 

Everyone young and old knows what it's like to need to pee so much it hurts. The pain is so all consuming that in the end you can hardly think about anything else. You are DYING TO PEE! Your body's physical reaction blurs your mind. As you tighten your bladder muscles and then start to spasm you begin to sweat and cramp up from the effort. You enter a sort of dazed, fearful, desparate, intense internal fury. It's an emergency. The goddam pain! It's too much for you to take. You can't hold it in anymore - you just can't .... but you must.

When you finally do get to the toilet the relief is astonishing and once the flow is established your muscles quickly relax and your discomfort disappears as though your body hadn't just been killing you with pain! 

"Never again!" you promise yourself as you zip up and go to wash your hands. "That was too much to take - really too mucking futch!". There's no way you can go through that torture again - no bloody way. You soon calm down however and gather yourself. The sadistic pee monkey is off your back now and life is sweet again. 



Imagine having that feeling almost all of the time night and day even straight after you've had a pee - an acute burning pain in your penis; a feeling like you're about to burst and there's nothing you can do to stop it.  It's almost unbearable .... no no .... it's LITERALLY un-fucking-bearable! ....

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