My last catheterization was after eye surgery. I had a retinal detachment. The repair involves putting a bubble of gas in the eye to press the retina against the choroid layer. So I had to lie face down after the surgery for 16 hours. To keep the pressure in the eye down the doctor uses Diamox, a diurtetic that makes you urinate. I awoke in the recovery with my face in a special pillow, with the face cut out allowing breathing, but holding my head in position. I had surgery late, it was midnight when I got to my room, groggy. By and by my bladder filled. I pressed the call button. The responding nurse was a slim woman. I couldn't see much of her in the dim light. She reinforced the need to stay face down. "Let's try you getting on your hands and knees. I'll help hold the urinal. Upside down the gown tying only at the neck only covers one's upper arms but neither of us commented on my nudity. I'm small. She pushed the urinal against my scrotum so my penis would be in. I couldn't go. She helped me slither out of bed carefully keeping my head down to stand. No results. It seemed forever, with the pressure building when the returned with another helper.
"I called the doctor, who has ordered a catheter. That's a tube we put in your bladder to drain the urine."
"I had one before after another surgery."
"Good. You know what we're going to do. I'll explain everything anyway. This is going to be different, as you have to stay upside down, but we've done it before for retina patients." I watched as they opened a large plastic envelope and took out the 2 liter bed bag and tied it to the bed rail. One of the nurses opened a catheter insertion tray, spreading the white paper over the bedside tray table. The other opened a long enveloped dumping catheter in it's light blue plastic envelope. They lowered the tray as far as it would go then raised the electric bed as high as it would go. The bed was just a little higher than the tray table. They then had me get on my hands and knees again spreading my knees about six inches apart. They pushed the dangling gown forward so it was all under my shoulders, leaving me naked again, and placed the blue plastic backed pads under me to catch fluids.
My genitals were dangling out of reach between my legs. "Move you body forward a little so we can get to your penis," said one of the nurses. My genitals were dangling out of reach between my legs. She gently pushed on my butt while peering down. "Hold still there. I looked down and saw my dangling scrotum a couple inches in front of my thighs.
The second woman bent over and peered at my genitals. "I see what you mean. His penis is retracted." I looked down agan. I'm not very big anyway and being a grower the head of my penis was barely visble from the folds of the scrotal skin and my balls. She addressed me, "Susan has to get to your penis to clean it and put in the catheter, so I need to hold back your testicles. Is that all right with you? I'll be gentle." I mumbled an assent. She pulled on a pair of gloves, and reaching from behind, lifted my balls up and back; gently encircling the scrotum above the testicles with thumb and forefinger, she supported my testicles in her palm while pulling lightly. "Does that hurt?" I told her it was all right.
"That's fine," said Susan. "I can see his penis." My penis, two inches, was sticking out. Susan slid the catheter tray under me. There wasn't much room. "I've done this upside down before," she said confidently. "I have to touch you," she warned. I felt her hold my penis behind the glans and stretch it. I couldn't see but felt her rub a wet sponge circularly around the head of my penis, and repeat the cleaning.
"I'm going to inject a lubricant and anesthetic in the end of your penis," she said. "No needle, just a cannula," she reassured. I felt the cannula enter roughly into my penis. I gasped. "Sorry about that," she said. It was a weird sensation feeling something moving inside. When she pulled it out, I felt her squeezing the end of my penis. "We need to wait a bit for the anesthetic to take effect." There was a short silence. Susan asked, "How long have you had the detachment?" I discovered the bad vision skiing. This question led to a 3-4 minute casual chat while the anesthetic took effect. I kept thinking how weird it was, talking to two women about skiing while I was naked, one holding my balls and the other squeezing my penis.
"Please," I pleaded, "my bladder hurts. Just stick it in. It can't hurt worse than my bladder."
Susan cut short the conversation. "I think you're numb enough." I looked. Adeptly with one hand she picked up the catheter--it looked too big to go in my penis--and slid back the plastic sleeve exposing the tip. I couldn't see as her hand hid my view. I felt her pull on my penis stretching it, and then felt nothing as she looked like she was shoving it in. There was some pressure. "Push like you're trying to pee," she said. Apparently that did it. She quickly fed more tubing in, while I heard the urine sloshing into the tray. The pressure on the bladder was quickly relieved. When the pain ebbed away, I relaxed. I hadn't realized how tense I had been, from the pressure in the bladder and how tightly wound up I was.
"You can't know how much better that feels!" I said. "I really appreciate this."
"Our pleasure," said Susan
"You can let go, Jackie. Plug the catheter in the bed bag, please." When Susan pulled the tray out I took a look. The end of my dick was brown, with the yellow tube sticking out. The other nurse was already pulling off strips of tape. She pulled the tubing off to my right and taped it to my hip and groin. "You can lie down again." It took some adjusting to feel comfortable as they covered me. I was asleep in no time.