A community for men to share their stories and perspectives on the "Where are all the good men?" subject. Also the sister tribe of WhereAreAllTheGoodMen.
@woodsmoke link for picture of cats doesn't work
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@woodsmoke I get it. I've taken plenty of risks other people won't.
and a mod for a niche online community.
That actually helps counter your normal gayness, feg
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@woodsmoke Ugh, I forgot about Number 2...
In my case, I HAD to call a nurse to assist me out of bed to go to the toilet. I would have fallen ass over kettle if I tried to go it alone, plus I was on a bed alarm that brought a nurse rushing in if I so much as shifted myself wrong. Quite a liability for the hospital if you get out of bed yourself and get hurt in the process.
Fortunately I could poop and wipe in solitude but damn if it didn't take 10 minutes from having to move hands so slowly and deliberately. Then, call the nurse into the Dutch-Ovened bathroom to walk me back to bed. Getting laid back down just right took embarrassingly long too.
The nurses were all very sweet, kind, and professional to me so at least there was that.
@woodsmoke Not a fun way to start the day, but it is good that you are still alive. Do your best to recover and take care of yourself.
Also, I am so envious you were able to pee under your own power, even under those circumstances. I woke up with a catheter installed due to my kidney damage and haven't been in control of my own liquid waste process since. The urology team told me today they're not only probably going to send me home with the damn thing, they're actually going to swap it out for a bigger one because one of my kidneys is still leaking urine despite the stents and coil they put in. Apparently having a horseshoe kidney is all fine and dandy until some jackass in a truck T-bones you on your bike; then everything becomes a problem that can only be solved by an even bigger tube in my dick.
...not that I'm bitter or anything.
Yeah, been there. My first bowel movement in care here was mildly embarrassing: I had some difficulty figuring out how to get myself onto the toilet (my brace needs to rest on something above floor level so my leg doesn't bend) and the CNA who answered my room alert was a girl who looked like she couldn't be a week over 19. I ended up needing her help to clean up afterward.
On some level, I know she's a CNA and has probably seen and done all this shit a hundred times over, but it was certainly a humbling experience on my end, having been on my own and independent probably as long as she's been alive yet having to ask a girl who looked like she's barely out of puberty to literally wipe my own ass for me.
I hadn't thought of that. Might not be possible now; my Dad called me this past weekend and made the sound suggestion of following up with the local authorities in town and seeing if the remains of my bike were sitting in a tow lot somewhere racking up storage fees. If it was, I told my brother to just do whatever he needed to to get it junked.
Here's hoping I can at least get access to a photo of the collision itself to indicate the state of my bike.
Also, relevant meme:
Bro, we've been over this. If that were my catheter it'd be as big around as a soda can.
Of course I'm not going to doxx myself like that. @MentORPHEUS may have found it amusing to post about having to beat off the female hospital staff with a big stick but I'm not interested in putting that metaphor to the test in more literal terms.
Especially when I already have a couple hungry pussies at home waiting for me to bust this joint and give 'em their goddamn wet protein supplements already.