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29th November 2019, St Anthony’s Hospital, Surrey, England<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The last 24 hours has been a bit of a rollercoaster. When I woke up yesterday, I had 1.5 litres in my bladder<\/a>. Apparently, that’s quite a lot of urine retention – so a nice nurse had to lube me up and put a catheter in. I can wholeheartedly confirm that it smarts a little bit when your cock has been in a mincer. I say smarts, in the same way that walking on a landmine would smart a bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They took the catheter out this morning – so I\u2019ve been for a nice walk round the hospital. I showed some old people my blood and waste bottle<\/a> \u201cooooh that\u2019s lovely dear\u201d. I\u2019ve had four poos, and two wees and I\u2019m about to lovingly apply some cream to my love stump.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So as Fridays go, it\u2019s probably a 6\/10<\/p>\n\n\n\n Here\u2019s a nice picture of my hospital bathroom, and no I don\u2019t really fit in the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n