Have You Ever Been Demonstrated On

Not for rectal temperature, but when I was about 6 my aunt visited us. My mom called me in and asked me to pull down my pants and underwear. My aunt and she then looked at my penis and my mom tried to retract my foreskin, which was indeed difficult at the time.

It turned out that my cousin had phimosis and my aunt had to get him circumcised, so my mom wanted my aunt to tell her whether I had the same problem. My aunt told her that no, with her son it was plain impossible to retract the foreskin.

When we played doctor as kids, a friend got introduced to the game by watching how the doc checked me.

No, dammit-not since i was 9 or 10! Am anxiously awaiting similar anal attention.

Yes my girlfriend is a nurse and she had me roll over and show her nursing friends...how to take a rectal temperature the correct way for their class and that wasn't the best part, after she took mine she let her 2 other female nursing friends take my rectal temperature, it was a very nice day that I won't forget and actually happen a few weeks later as each gave me numerous injections from IM to in the arm....beautiful stuff!.

I was in the hospital in 1974 for some minor surgery. I was 12 and in the pediatrics wing of our local hospital. Back then it was common for "pediatric patients " to have their temperatures taken rectally and I had mine taken that way every day. One day, while my mother was in the room with me, the head nurse came in and asked if I would be willing to help her demonstrate the temperature taking procedure to some student nurses. My mother said it was alright with her , but said The decision would be mine. She turned to me and asked , saying it would be a big help to her and the students to have a practice patient.

I agreed and she left the room and returned with about six student nurses, all in light blue uniforms and white nurses caps. The young woman all appeared to be 18-20 years old and gathered around my bed. My mother looked on as the head nurse started her lecture on the importance of taking temperature reading as a part of vital signs and so forth.

Then she demonstrated the "Rectal temperature procedure"

I was turned over onto my stomach and my bottom exposed and the head nurse talked throughout the procedure. The students watched intently as my buttocks were parted and the thermometer slowly inserted into my rectum. The head nurse explained about keeping the thermometer inserted for three minutes and and held in place throughout to prevent the patient form moving and injuring himself.

The head nurse then removed and read my temperature explaining that "rectal" was slightly higher then "oral " and that rectal temps were usual for all pediatric patients.

The head nurse then selected one of the students to "Carry out the procedure " while she watched and commented on her work. She shook down and lubricated the rectal thermometer with k-Y jelly and parted my buttocks and gently inserted the rectal thermometer and held the thermometer between her fingers and rested the palm of her hand on my tingling bottom.

The head nurse and students thanked me for helping with the demonstration and left the room.

My first "demonstration", though I was totally unaware of that being what it was occurred at about 10 yrs of age. I was going through the hospital admission protocol, where on every floor, you got your vitals (and pre teens got their temperatures obtained rectally), and a tad over the "normal", got you sent home to come back another day. Well, so far, three thermometers (glass mercury) having my behind host them, was not the last, as I went to yet the last floor where once again, in an examining room, I was laid face down my pants were loosened and lowered by a nurse who had an entourage of all female student nurses with her. I don't remember her admonitions to her charges but a few seconds later, almost in a fit of needing to get the temperature taking done, my underpants were yanked, (not lowered) down, which almost pulled me off the exam table! And I was soon bare bottomed in front of at least 7 young student nurses. I could hear the distinct 'snapping' sound as the instrument was shaken down. She then put a lubricant on the bulb, forcefully spread my buttocks exposing my anal opening, and inserted the thermometer for at least three minutes as the students stood there, quietly viewing a procedure, no doubt they'd be doing on a repeated basis. Yes, I just happened to be the patient demonstrated on.

And as a post script, before the nurse left, my mother got her attention telling her, "Hey, sweetie, you ever handle my boy like that again, I'll take that thermometer and shove it so far up your behind...it'll come out of your nose!" The nurse apologized, but the students also got a demonstration in how not to be treating a pediatric patient, lest they wanted to face the wrath of an angry mother as mine was.

Three cheers for your mother standing up for you like that

I don't believe I was a demonstration per se, but I do remember having my temperature taken during my checkup as a child and another nurse was being trained, so she was also in the room as my temperature was being taken in my bottom. She obviously was competent as a nurse, but I suppose it was to get her used to this office's procedures. I was silent during my vitals, but my mother and the two nurses talked the entire time.

Would love to submit to a group of nursing students

If some woman studying to be a nurse wants to do a demonstration on me by taken my temperature rectally, I will have no problem dropping my pants and laying on her lap or on the bed; even if it was those mercury free thermometers. No problem.

Yes, was demonstrated on during later teens during the time spent at this orphanage. Nursing students were brought out to practice with the instructor watching and supervising: how to make a bed with a patient in it, doing a bed bath, and washing hair with this tray thing while a patient is in bed,j assisting someone walking with crutches and many other things including taking pulse , blood pressure, height and weight and temperatures, oral and rectal and one occassion, an enema. I have to say at 17, I liked the attention, not having had much attention paid or affection, physical contact,, it felt good. All of this was done with our underpants on and one of those hospital gowns on that tied in the back. The students were a little older than me in their later 20;s or 30;s so it was a kick for me except when it came to rectal temperature time my demeanor changed. This old lady instructor watched and coached the student as she took my rectal temperature. They kept calling me "Johnny" and I corrected them telling them my name is John and surprised myself at how stern and adult I was in insisting on being called John and not "Johnny". Afterall, I was moderately hairy and an athletic 17 yr old. The student explained what she was doing as she did it, told me to turn all the way around and lie on my stomach for a rectal temperature, pulling down my shorts, and spreading my cheeks etc. Because of the butt hair, the instructor told her to be sure not to jab me and cause discomfort, and to locate the opening by brushing anal hair to the side and not to insert thermometer until the anal opening was exposed well enough to know where to insert the thermometer. After much separating and cheek spreading, she finally exposed anal opening clearly, then slowly slid it in. This all took forever. I felt rediculous and that the fun was over, however, I was curiously fully erect which puzzled me at the time and caused a lot of anquish and confused thoughts. The student placed her hand over my butt cheek and held it in place with two fingers kinda in my butt crack for the full 5 minutes. Her hand felt sweet and kind of affectionate to me but I couldn't help squeezing down and tugging on the thermometer she kept reassuring me in a kind voice telling me to try and relax but I couldn't help it. Thermometers always make my anus squeeze and clamp down and relax over and over. She took it out and apologized to me for it being kind of embarassing and said she hoped I wasn't too mad at her. I couldn't say anything, but I was clearly disgusted as I pulled my shorts back up and stretched the gown across the front of me as I turned back around onto my back. But is was too late, they already saw my most intimate parts. She thanked me for helping and they told me I could get dressed and leave which I did trying to avoid all eye contact with them.

I did 2 demos of rectal temperatures on meyself with a mercury free thermometer and I mainly do it privately. I dipped the thermometer into the Petroleum Jelly, laid on my bed and inserted the thermometer into me for 5 minutes. The results were like 98.4.

If someone wants to take my temperature in public, they're more than welcome to. But they have to be prepared for some arousal on my part.

I was never demonstrated on as a child, I was the youngest and all of my siblings are significantly older so while they saw me get my rectal temperature taken, I was never in a position to see anyone else or be in the situation where it would have come up. But as an adult I have been in the hospital several times for UC and have had to medical enemas and suppositories for nausea. During about half the hospital stays I would be assigned a student nurse for a shift and she would be talked through the enema administrations or suppository insertion. It is kind of a turn on to hear the instructor talk the student through the procedure, and the enemas are usually nice. But about half the time the students would fail to insert the suppositories far enough to prevent them from slipping out, guess that is why they practice... lol.

Yes, at a medical school in my teens. Nothing really dramatic or intense but was sort of cool.

Yes. I have described this memorable experience under a different heading....but...in summary: For several years I was under the aegis of an extremely eminent UK Paediatrician. I am sure that he organised my rehabilitation ( over the course of almost 6 years ) because of my serious childhood medical problems and how I managed to overcome them.

I had to see him twice a year for extensive / exhaustive exams / assessments and he instituted / organised my physiotherapy sessions (c.25 - 30 per year). Because the bones / joints/ sinews / tendons etc of my pelvic girdle / hips / lower back - spine / upper thighs had to be examined very carefully, I am sure this is why I had to be totally naked for all of my examinations. For the same reason, I was naked for many physiotherapy sessions.

I sort of got used to the nudity, knowing the doctor and the physiotherapists very well. But....my final exam with Dr.B***** turned out to be very memorable indeed. I went alone, directly to a local hospital - only a 10 minute walk from the grammar school I attended. I was really happy. The end of my years of physio and the afternoon off school. My exam went well and I was precocious enough ( at 12 ) to chat with Dr B***** in an adult manner. As I got dressed, he told me he had a surprise for me. Believe me, it turned out to be awful. (TBC)

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Although Dr B******'s was erudite and scholarly ( crammed with complex medical terminology ) and illustrated via the use of an early OHP and a slide projector. It became apparent to me that the whole lecture was based around treating children with similar physical problems to mine. I recall beginning to feel somewhat uneasy. Why was I there? I noticed that there were several PT mats laid out too. A horrible thought began to form in my mind ( making my heart beat faster and my stomach churn )....surely not..???

I snapped out of my reverie, the lecture had ended to warm and rapturous applause. I realized my name had been mentioned. I felt embarrassed. But then my blood froze...I seemed to stop breathing....began to feel ill.....Dr B***** was inviting the entire audience to examine me. I stood rooted to the spot in real shock / fear as he casually 'invited' me to undress - in front of everyone. I am sure I was trembling. I hesitated. He chided me, not unkindly, urging me / jollying me to 'Come along now. Chop! Chop!" Feeling flushed and horribly embarrassed, I began to strip - in front of all the onlookers as Dr. B***** motioned towards the PT mats. I stripped down to my vest / pants and sort of shuffled onto the mats, standing awkwardly.

Dr B***** looked at me curiously." No. No. No. No!! This won't do at all. Come along now, everything off. Everything." I was mortified and must have looked it. As a sort of loud aside he mock 'whispered' -" I think he's a little bit shy." They all laughed, but not in a nasty way. Dr.B***** reminded me that all the people there were other doctors, nurses, medical students, surgeons, pediatricians, physiotherapists etc., etc. and that they were all used to seeing boys with no clothes on. It did not really fill me with cheer as I was told to lay down (now completely nude) on the mats. I just felt so horribly vulnerable. I did not mind stripping for Dr B******, I knew him. But....a whole room full, of complete strangers??? It was ghastly and extremely unnerving.

Basically, anyone was welcome to touch me - manipulate my legs, feet, ankles, thighs, hips etc and lots of them did so. I was asked to stretch, bend, flex, lie down, stand up, do exercises (all the while totally naked) and to try to answer questions they might ask. Oh they were all very kind....but the embarrassment was acute. It seemed to last for hours...but was probably only c.20 mins or so. I have never got dressed so fast in my entire life once I was dismissed. I recall running through the town to catch the bus home, then running all the way home, ripping off my school uniform and flinging myself onto my bed. I am trying to remember whether I cried or not. The experience certainly stayed in my memory!!!!

I have never been demonstrated on

At a time when the glass thermometer was exclusively for taking a youngster's temperature, for the sake of efficiency certain large, institutional youth medical clinics had been known to designate an area of the waiting room where a few youngsters at a time had vital signs gathered and documented include a temperature reading. A youngster that was required to have a temperature taken rectally with a glass rectal thermometer while lying face down on a padded table covered with roll paper. Attitudes have changed in the mainstream medical community which stresses privacy over economy of scale.

When I was in the army we were having an open house on Flag Day which also happens to be the birthday of the army. We had all our electronic equipment from the signal school on display and I was there to do that. While on break I was talking to a medic in the medical tent whom I knew from somewhere when some civilians were extremely interested in the new guns we had for giving shots. He was looking for a subject to demonstrate on and I was handy. I got a few shots that day including one through the side of the tent to show that the gun worked even through that heavy material. The next time was years later during my annual physical at the VA. My APRN had a female trainee on hand one day and asked me if it was OK to have her do the physical. I agreed and she did the whole physical which included giving me the finger and spending more than a little time locating the prostate and feeling it while the nurse was telling her what she was supposed to be feeling.

I guess I have probably been a few times in my life. Once, when I was really little, I was in the hospital. I was probably about 4 and I was getting my tonsils out for the first time (they grew back later, lucky me! NOT!). I remember a bunch of doctors coming in my room and standing all around my bed. I knew they were there to talk about me. Later, as I grew up, I realized that they were doing their rounds, but I think they took turns looking down my throat. It was a teaching hospital, Harbor General in Carson, California.

Also, a few years ago, after I moved here, I needed to be seen for another endless ear ache. Wasn't sure if I had another infection or just wax build up again. Either way it hurt and I went in. The Nurse Practitioner was training someone. She looked in my ears and saw all of the scar tissue and damage in there and asked if I minded if the other person had a look. Nope. Have at it! I don't mind at all.

Yes. In 1957 I WAS in Children's hospital with HOT appendix. A resident came in and did a DRE, asking which side his pushing caused pain. It hurt when he pushed on the rectal wall closest to the appendix. Afterward, 6 other residents/internes did the same exam. There must have been a message put out that there was a kid in room such and such with a hot appendix, so everybody do a DRE on him for practice.

Sort of long but entirely true ...

In 1982, I worked with a lady contractor who had just completed her state board for massage therapy. Naturally I was interested and questioned her as to what was involved. At the time, one needed to complete a course of 600 hrs. It was broken down into anatomy and physiology, history, modality, law, colonics and hands-on massage.

At once I was interested. Just the thought of massaging women (and getting paid to do it) held great appeal. When she told me that there was 50 hours of colonic therapy also, I nearly fell through the floor. Giving someone an enema? Oh come on...This was just to much. The school was quite a distance away and I didn't want to quite my day time job. She then told me of a massage school that was just beginning. If I was interested she would find out who was starting it.

I was the first person to enroll in the 'Humanities Center School of Massage'. The lady that started it was an older retired nurse and very thorough. As it turned out, it became one of the premier schools of its kind in the southeast. She had night classes five nights a week for six months. Each evening was four hours long. The first two hours were academia and the last two hours' massage. One hour you'd give and one hour you'd receive. We had twelve students in that first class, ten girls and two guys. We really did learn a lot and had fun in the process. No, there wasn't any hanky panky going on.

Strangely, one became accustomed to the sight of almost bare flesh pretty quickly. Bathing suits were worn, at least in the beginning, but halfway through the course these were discarded and towels were draped appropriately over the more delicate areas. I must confess that I looked forward to the second half of the class.

I enjoyed giving the massage almost as much as receiving one. The lights were dimmed and nature sounds were usually played in the background. You'd think that the gentle caresses of the ladies would be the ultimate. I actually looked forward to the other guy that was in the class. He had hands like ball gloves. Strong but gentle. After you got off the table you felt like a rag doll.

The fifty hours of colonic therapy were at the end of the course. By now we all knew each other quite well. I still wasn't quite prepared for the actual 'hands on' part of this course. Audrey, the instructor/director, divided us into two groups. Six were in one class and six in the other. I was relieved and mortified that our class would consist of five girls and me! After much instruction about contra-indications and proper temperatures and such, the BIG day came. I was sure Audrey was going to choose me to be the sacrificial lamb.

Imagine for a moment having just been told that you were about to be given an enema with five lovely members of the opposite sex watching. Few words can express my feelings at that moment, somewhere between sheer terror and blissful exhilaration. Audrey herded my group of six into the colonic therapy room. My heart was pounding. I was certain it was audible. I blush easily and knew this added to the pleasure Audrey was enjoying at my expense.

"OK class, who would like to volunteer to be our first patient?" Audrey was having a 'hey day'. I could see her eyeing each 'offering' with the enthusiasm of a sadistic drill sergeant. I knew I'd be the first chosen but to my surprise 'Eddy' was the 'chosen one'.

Eddy was a lovely young lady perhaps in her late twenties. Her passion was sports and I had gone to watch her play soccer on occasion. She had the body of a......well, err...suffice it to say she was healthy. "Vic, help Eddy prepare for her session" came the words from our beloved Audrey.

My mind swirled at this point. I had to act 'cool' and 'detached', nearly an impossible task for a boy who was at this moment living out his ultimate sexual fantasy. Innocence was not a word in Audrey's language. She had been a nurse for nearly thirty years and was jaded to the normal conventions of modesty.

I helped Eddy remove her clothing and gallantly held her hand as she stepped on a stool to ascend the padded black colonic table. Diapering or draping is the terms used to cover the appropriate parts of the anatomy. She lay on her back and I draped a white towel over Eddy's hips and breasts. Eddy, to my dismay, seemed to be rather enjoying all this attention. Knowing the cadence of this procedure, I preceded to instruct Eddy to lie on her left side with her right knee brought up to her chest. This being the 'Sims' position and used for rectal examinations and enemas.

My first duty was to look for contra-indications or potential problems in the rectum and anal area. I carefully rolled a finger cot over my index finger. I then squeezed out a liberal amount of KY jelly on a tissue that sat next to Eddy on the table. The BIG moment was fast approaching. I carefully made sure that I carefully faced the table to ensure that any signs of my obvious arousal was not noticed by my audience. I knew the routine.

Gently I lifted the corner of the white towel and folded it over the front of Eddy's smooth round hips. Her buttocks were firm and muscular. The speculum was already attached to the "Toxigen" colonic appliance. I carefully lifted and separated the folds of Eddy lovely cheeks, exposing the intimate flower of her womanhood. Her rectum was pinkish brown and very delicate looking. I ran my cotted finger through the KY until it was dripping.

I pressed lightly on Eddy's back door and asked meekly if she was ready. "Go ahead, I'm fine", came her bold reply. I pressed harder, easily entering into the depths of her privacy. Her rectal muscles involuntarily contracted as I entered her back door and spasmed briefly. Only a guttural 'ooh!' came from her lips. I was keenly aware that five pairs of eyes were watching my every move. I tried not to look at my patient but instead look straight ahead, using tactical probing to feel for direction and contra-indications.

I announced to the class "she feels fine", eliciting a mirth of laughter much to my embarrassment. I would have much preferred to continue this examination for a lengthier time but felt compelled to withdraw my index finger and begin the actual colonic irrigation. I deftly removed the cot and disposed of it in a tissue. Washing my hands in the nearby sink assured the patient of my cleanliness. I then put on a latex gloves and coated the white plastic speculum with the remaining KY from the tissue.

Again I asked with a false confidence, "Are you ready, Eddy?"

Again more guffaws from the appreciative audience.

The speculum is intimidatingly large, but must be for the purpose for which it was designed. I pressed the tip of it against Eddy's rose bud and pushed. There was immediate resistance. "Are you ok, Eddy?" I asked.

"Yes, Victor, I'm fine....maybe I'm a little nervous" she said.

I thought to myself "Gee, about time". I found this a bit humorous but I kept a straight face. I pushed the nozzle forward a little harder and felt less resistance. The first inch of the speculum disappeared into its warm domain. Everyone must have heard Eddy's quick gasp. She inhaled and stopped breathing. I assured her that everything was going smoothly and for her to take quick shallow breath's.

I was now feeling more confident and slide the remaining portion of the device home. Eddy was still in the 'Sims' position. I instructed her to roll over onto her back. I held her far left shoulder with my left hand and my right was on her hip. I pulled and she rolled onto her back into the correct position. The towel was diapered appropriately over her femininity.

I brought her knees up and fastened the sheet she was lying on around her feet. This was to help her retain this position and afford her the ability to relax her legs and not have them slipping forward. The small 'input' hose and larger 'output' hose lay between her legs and a snaked off the table, down and over to the "Toxigen" apparatus.

I brought the temperature to 102 degrees and closed the output valve. I opened the input lever and the warm water began to fill the hose. The weight of the water caused the hose to hang heavily. As the warmth of the water entered Eddy, her expression changed. Her eyes closed and she opened her mouth a bit wider. I watched her toes curl and her fingers gripped the sides of the table.

"Ok, ok, that's enough!" she said. I had already stopped the flow but she wasn't aware of any action on my part. In a moment she breathed a little easier and said that she was "ok now" and that we could continue.

I opened the valve to administer more water. The pressure gauge was beginning to rise proportionally. "Would you like to void now Eddy?" I said hesitantly. I was sure she had great reservations about emptying her bowels in the presence of an audience but when your intestines are filled with a couple of quarts of warm water, they have a mind of their own. Eddy's tummy was distended to the point she looked seven months pregnant.

The large clear output hose, now began to pulsate rhythmically, indicating peristalsis. Last night's dinner passed down through the clear hose and into the colonic machine. A clear glass tube, back-lit and illuminated by a florescent light offered the audience a visual display of plaque, mucus, fecal material, various bits of undigested food, before entering the waste disposal end of the machine. After eight or ten emptying's and fillings, the water ran clear. Eddy's first colonic irrigation was nearly finished.

I helped her to raise her hips and with my right hand, reached under the towel and gripped the speculum firmly. With little resistance the speculum slid out from its warm nest. I removed a half a dozen tissues from the box next to the table and wadded them into a ball and pressed them into the area where the nozzle had just been. Eddy reached back to hold this in place and I helped her swing her legs off the table. Again I held her hand and assisted her off the table. It was apparent that holding the wad of tissues with one hand and trying to grasp two towels with the other was not going to work.

Coming to Eddy's rescue was nurse Audrey. She pinned the towel around her breasts while Eddy struggled to hold on to her dignity. Immediately, it was obvious that there was further business to take care of and a quick exit to the potty was in order. Accolades of praise came from Audrey which intensified my great sense of relief from this epic moment in my unusually usual life. The first evening of 'hands on colon therapy' was complete.

What ran through the minds of the remaining students, I can't say, but for 'yours truly' it was a sleepless night.

While in Army medical school back in the 60s, you were your partners practice patient and then he was yours----everything from Injections to whatever the higher raking officers thought that you needed training in.

I remember well the day my friends mom asked my mom about my friend who was sick. Mom asked about his temperature and she said she didn’t have a thermometer and would have to go buy one. Mom told her to get a rectal thermometer since they were more accurate. The lady said she did know about using one on an older boy. Mom told her to come by and she would show her how. Later the lady came over with her son and a new thermometer. Mom sent us two boys to the bedroom and went and got our thermometer and the jar of Vaseline. She told me to take off my pants and lay on my tummy. Then she pulled down my drawers and showed the neighbor what to do. My friend got upset that he was going to get the same thing. Mom told it didn’t hurt and I reassured him that it didn’t. Soon he was laying next to me with a thermometer in his bum. This was the only time I was a demonstration model.

Never. I'm not sure that I would've liked that.

My mom taught CPR advanced life support and a few other nursing certificate classes and I was always her dummy.

On several occasions I can recall candy stripers getting in on taking my rectal temp as a child at my clinic. I now realize they were more than likely high school girls, or at least pre-college girls. I’m not sure if they actually did the deed, or were there merely as observers. Infant and toddler rectal temps had to be basic 101 bootcamp procedure for young aspiring RNs.

Yes, I have been demonstrated upon.

Yes I did while I was being screened on the day I was to be admitted for a minor procedure in a hospital in NYC.

Every floor I went to I had my rectal temperature taken.

Finally on the 4th floor where I’d wind up staying, still another rectal temperature was needed.

A rather no nonsense nurse, perhaps early 30s entered the room accompanied by at least six pinafored attired student nurses all female.

I remember her very quickly pulling my pants down, removing them .Next she grabbed my underpants and quickly pulled them down.

She verbally instructed the students to watch what she did. She took a thermometer out of a cabinet, held it up, then shook it down and read it. She mentioned to note the mercury and where it was after the instrument had been shaken down. Telling them the thermometer needed to be lubricated, dipped it in a jar of Vaseline .

Her free hand quickly spread my cheeks apart and then carefully inserted the thermometer with her other hand, letting my cheeks close. I laid there for three minutes as all these 12 eyes were focused on my bared bottom with a prominently protruding rectal thermometer sticking out of my rear end.

Back in 2006, I was hospitalized for brain surgery as a result of experiencing spontaneous, bi-lateral, sub-dural hematomas. My symptoms were a sudden lose of balance which took a few days to diagnose. Once diagnosed, I had emergency surgery to drill two, nickel-sized burr holes in each side, toward the back of my skull. A day after the surgery while in the ICU, my nurse came in to check on me….along with a cute young gal who had just graduated from High School….who was introduced to me as someone who was considering a career in nursing. The nurse took my vitals while the young lady watched. Then she informed me….AND the young gal….that today they would be removing my urinary catheter. The Nurse then asked the young lady IF SHE WANTED TO REMOVE IT!!! There I was, lying there, fully exposed with this “garden hose” coming out of my penis. The young girl was very hesitant, but the Nurse became a bit stern with her saying this was “an easy procedure” and that if she wanted to be a nurse, she would have to do procedures like this Every day. So…There I was, with literally “no say” in the matter, with an experienced RN telling a recent High School graduate how to pull out my catheter! OUCH! I survived the experience while the young lady was visibly blushing and RELIEVED that she didn’t kill me when she did “The Big Pull” !!!