Thursday, November 16, 2023

17 - CATHETER (PART 1) - DON'T BE WORRYING ABOUT YOUR URINE NOW!

I'm now a huge fan of the catheter

In my life they have been incredibly important on a number of occasions. Such a simple piece of equipment with a great pain and pee relieving capacity. They really do take the piss out of you!




My first experience of catheterisation was in September 2010. I'd fallen out my upstairs bedroom window during the night. I was either sleepwalking or heading to the loo for a pee but I'll never know which because the memory was knocked clean out of me on impact. 

I landed in the garden 17 feet below. Apart from flashbacks of the ambulance ride through the Wicklow mountains to hospital I don't recall much after that until I came round in a north Dublin hospital ward surrounded by anxious family. 

The following days and weeks weren't easy. I'd broken a few bones in my neck so the medical people had put me in a straight jacket to stop me moving - body, neck and head all bolted together in a frame. My arse and thighs were a blended colour combination of green, blue, piss-yellow & pure ink black caused by bruising from the impact. The biting chronic pain from that was very profound and I have much to thank my dearest friend morphine for, for being there when I needed it! To be able to self administer with my very own analgesia pump was blissful release when the pain got too much to bear.



In the midst of all the turmoil there was some good. Days after surgery I suddenly had a worrying thought. I hadn't been to the toilet since arriving in the ward so where was my fecking pee going? Even then it seems that urinary retention was on my mind.

I quickly brought this to the attention of a nurse fully expecting her to press a panic button and have me rushed in to surgery but she just smiled awkwardly and told me "You are with a catheter Mr Woods. You don't have to be worrying about your urine now!" That took a while to sink in.



Catheter!? ..... Me!? ..... Ca-the-ter!? ... WTF!!!?

Back then I knew very little about catheters. I was young - like! Catheters were things that old people had to use because their ancient innards didn't work anymore, so the words 'you' and 'catheter' used in the same sentence did not compute.

Men are very protective of their nether region. It's where their crown jewels are kept warm and safe and separated from the hostile world around. The thought of them being interfered with surgically is the stuff of cringing, wincing and nightmares. The idea of a tube being pushed up your dick just isn't an easy thing to accommodate - and without one's own consent! 

The bottom line is - stuff comes out your dick - it isn't meant to go up it! That just isn't natural! 

Being confined to my hospital bed I didn't dwell on that for long though. Not having to piss from one end of the day to the other was simply wonderful and I adjusted instantaneously to the new order of things - the simple, painless penile intervention. That catheter was a keeper!

After leaving hospital there was an 11 year gap until my next catheter encounter. I wish it hadn't been that long.

In 2021 my dad started using an indwelling catheter - one you don't remove. He had his own prostate problems and couldn't control his pee. His carers drained the attached leg bag several times a day and fitted a night bag before he went to sleep. To say he was very glass half empty about this is an understatement. Whilst allowing their use (he had no choice) he absolutely detested them, but they were a necessary evil from which dad's quality of life was much improved (and the amount of time my mum spent doing laundry!) You could tell however that he was discombobulated by having the penis he'd had life long single control of being manhandled by ladies he trusted and respected but didn't know. Whilst I presently see catheters in a positive light I can't say I'm looking forward to the arrival of that day in my older age.










Sunday, November 12, 2023

16 - HAVING A POT TO PISS IN - THE GOLDILOCKS CUP

Let's face it - even in 2023 there are many advantages to being male - broader job opportunities, bigger pay packets and of course no bloody monthly period to deal with. Being able to pee standing up at a urinal without removing layers of clothing is WELL up there as are the far more numerous public toilet fixings available to us.

 


I mean what caballe of women-hating male architects is it that continues to stamp its mark on female toilets the world over with a "give them a couple of cubicles and let them line up and wait" approach to toilet (restroom) design?





I've always felt a bit guilty walking past the women queuing outside the female toilets whilst I head straight in to the men's to pee. Recently however I've come to accept and appreciate the thinking. In fact from where I'm standing it's simple - veeeeerrrrry simple. Women don't have a prostate ergo women can hold their pee. Bingo!! Line them up baby 😂!!




Public toilets have nevertheless come to be a place of disappointment for me. It doesn't matter how many urinals there are if you can't even piss properly in to one of them. For this reason my visits have dwindled to a trickle over the last years. 

When you're urgently needing to piss 5 or 6 times an hour it's not practicable to find a pot to piss in every time. You have to find a more immediate, convenient and private way to meet your urgent urge. 

For many years I used the roadside when driving - finding somewhere out of public view. These days I prefer to piss in a pot in the comfort of my own car - my mobile urinal! With recent disclosures about Amazon drivers having to do the same I'm no longer shy about admitting this - I really don't give a damn. Besides I know for a fact from talking to fellow prostate-heads that I'm far from alone. We piss-in-a-potters are legion!

If it shocks or surprises you to read about my car seat-pot-pissing then I congratulate you on your continued membership of the exclusive Club Urinal - where the pee flows freely night and day. Please just try to avoid mockery - it could well be you before too long.

I started pot-pissing about 7 years ago after the blackout I described in the post titled 'DRIVING ON - HOLDING OFF'. Since then I've honed my car seat urination technique and established which receptacles get me the best most sanitary results.



There are now many purpose made contraptions for capturing your pee - a strong indication of the demand that's there for the need they serve - but I've never used any of them.


I'm a bit old school and I prefer to repurpose used containers, whatever is to hand in the footwells of my untidy car 👊 ...


I've used empty yoghurt cartons, cut off soft drink cans, plastic bottles, tetrapack cartons, even crisp packets and plastic bags at a pinch. All these function passably well as a means of gathering pee and so avoiding saturating the seat between my legs but in one way or another they aren't an ideal fit. 



With anything cut off there's the real risk of cutting yourself on the ragged edges. As with a nick from a razor blade whilst shaving, a drinks can cut can take some time to heal so try very hard to avoid!

With the wrong sized or shaped containers there's the risk of splashing, overflow and spillage - especially if you're driving. Avoid this at all cost unless you never carry passengers in your pungent smelling vehicle!

                                                                              

One container has become my go-to favourite: the modest, disposable regular size double walled coffee cup. It's my 'Goldilocks cup' - neither too big nor too small, but just the right size.




As a between the legs pee collector it ticks every box - 

* It's sturdy but flexible. ✔️

* It tucks nicely between your cock and your balls thus preventing back dribbling into your pants. ✔️

* It's big enough to hold a decent amount of pee but not too big to be cumbersome. ✔️

* It's wide rimmed, enabling fast and easy knob placement when you're in a hurry. ✔️

* The rim is made from soft moulded cardboard so there's no risk of chaffing or cutting. ✔️

* The sides are flexible and can be squeezed to fit between your thighs. ✔️

* Once you've peed you can reshape the cup and fit the lid on to prevent spillage.

One warning of your thinking of going out and getting one for your own use - don't forget what's inside and take a lazy swig. If you do you'll be in Helen Mirren country!

If

Though it's been years since I drank takeaway coffee I keep one of these cups between the seats in my car at all times.






There's a knack to peeing in a coffee cup in a way that ensures you don't end up dribbling over yourself after you think you're finished. It isn't easy but with a bit of patience and practice it's doable.





Never forget about the contents of the pot you've pissed in - empty them out as soon as possible. Whilst the actress Helen Mirren believes in the medicinal power of drinking a little of your own freshly peed pee every day I don't recommend taking a gulp without knowing what you're about to swallow. Day's old urine can't possibly be good for you!!










Friday, November 3, 2023

15 - NOT A DROP - URINARY RETENTION

With a normal functioning bladder all of or nearly all of the contents are evacuated when you pee leaving the bladder dry-za-bone and the muscles blissed out relaxed. They stay that way until the next time it's full, then once again they have a bit of a contraction to let you know you'll need to get your arse in gear shory. It's mind and body working in perfect harmony. Such a wonderful thing.

When you develop problems with 'urinary retention' this symbiotic relationship is broken down. The hitherto smooth flow of piss out of your bladder is interrupted or halted. Communication breaks down and plumbing work comes to a standstill.

What causes urinary retention?

At every stage of my 'old man's bladder' pee problem as I struggled with my belligerent penis and waterworks I've been inclined to think "This has to be as bad as it gets!", but it never has been. My water workers have always had the capacity to go that extra mile - to tighten the screw just a little bit more. They have been nothing if not determined to give me every last drop of urinary excruciention.

Having to pee urgently and frequently is very unpleasant. It's painful, exhausting, embarrassing and demoralising. What on earth could possibly be worse? I could never have imagined. 

Much worse - so much shaggingly awfully pissing worse - is not being able to pee at all - NOT A SINGLE DROP. That's a whole new level of suffering.


TORTURE - verb - to cause great physical or mental pain to someone intentionally

Sometimes in life you have an experience that's so powerful it changes your perspective on the world you thought you knew. In 2004 I had one of those experiences. I visited Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp in Poland - where the Nazis murdered millions of people, mostly Jews during WW2. The person I left there as was not the same person who arrived. It was a profound and humbling experience.

The level of inhumanity to which the 'inmates' there were subjected was everywhere to be seen - in the barbed wire fences, the gas chambers, the human bone fragments still lying under foot around them. The horror. 

For me it was truly brought home in one location - Block 11 - the punishment, torture and execution block. Here the Nazis 'dealt with' attempted escapees and suspected saboteurs. Of the many punishment methods meted out in that building one took me to a very dark place from which I've never fully returned. It involved the confinement of detainees in standing cells.

These standing 'cells' were four human body spaces wide and the depth of your chest. Entry to this confined space was through a small opening at floor level through which inmates crawled up to a standing position. Four prisoners were confined there side by side for the night. The only source of air was a 5x5 cm opening covered with a metal grille. They couldn't move. They couldn't lift their arms, sit down or even bend their legs. Then in the morning, if still alive, they had to go straight out to work. This punishment was applied for periods from several nights up to several weeks in a row. 

I will never get my head or emotions around the cruelty of this. The pain and distress is unimaginable. It is pure physical and mental torture combined. A living hell. It still leaves me in despair when I think about it. The phrase 'There but for the grace of God go I' always comes to my lips even though I'm not religious.


A LIVING HELL OF MY OWN MAKING

The grace of God did not help me during my own pee torture. 

I'm not a specialist but I think I'm right in saying that you can't physically torture yourself - that's called self harm. But when your body is subjecting you to such excruciating pain isn't that differentiation kind of irrelevant? - your body is just fucking torturing you. That's how it feels and that's how it is.

Missing a couple of important nuts and bolts, over time my unintelligently designed Friday afternoon bladder gradually stopped evacuating itself. A good half pint of pee became a reasonable teacups worth. That evaporated to a shot glass amount which then sometime during the winter of 2021 reduced to a thimble full and often just a few drops that didn't even have volume enough to fall off the head of my dick. Then very often nothing at all - not a drop. 

Going to the toilet no longer meant GOING to the toilet. It meant going in to a room with a toilet in it, standing above the bowl, desperately stifling screams of pain as I watched nothing happen down below.


Once I'd peed nothing or the very small amount my body would allow I still felt the exact same desperately urgent need to pee. The feeling is complex but I'll try to explain ...

You desperately need to pee. Your penis is burning up like there's a lit sparkler inserted up it. You feel like you are just about to piss yourself - you can barely hold it in (that's what you think and feel you're doing anyway) so you go to the toilet, but when you unzip, point and release, absolutely nothing comes out and the feeling doesn't go away - not one little bit. 

You stand there straining. Your brain is shouting "Release release you can release now!" - but the same brain knows you have already released. You've turned the key but the engine hasn't started. You've pressed the button to open the dam but the floodgate isn't moving.

Your body is screaming "Fucks sake piss NOOOOW you silly bastard!" but it's you - your own body that is stopping you. Your piss is being held back further up the line. You can't escape the pain because it's a part you. You can't do anything to get rid of it because the only means to do so is to pee and you fucking can't do that!  It's unbearable but you must bear it. There is no escape from it. You are locked in to it. It's torture in everything but name. It's pure torture but your torturer is yourself.

This goes on and on. Your mind and body are in a state of severe distress as you stand there dick in hand. Eventually after standing there forever you accept there's no point in waiting any longer so you zip back up and leave the urinal/ restroom. Every step you take away from it doesn't make sense because your body is telling you that you need to be back there peeing. 


What's so cruel though is that as you go back to the world outside your bladder muscles now move to hold your pee in! They contract the already contracted muscles. That leaves you in a state of complete agony and bodily confusion. You are trying desperately NOT TO PEE. It doesn't make any sense. You don't know whether you are coming or going. 

This is the life I led for over 2 years until I found a solution, one that had been staring me in the face for years.











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 ....