My Operation: A True Tale (Short story)

Chromos · 18-02-2008

This is the story of a minor operation I had when I was 10. All parts of ths story are true, but I cannot totally guarantee that I got every detail right, as the whole thing is a bit of a blur now, but I did my best, and I hope you enjoy it. I will be writing several more true stories from my life in the future, so keep an eye out for them.

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Ever since I was very young, I was a bedwetter. I didn't have many day time accidents, but they did happen sometimes, but only when I couldn't make it, or there was no bathroom around. Many doctors looked at me, and performed various tests and procedures that I remember little of now, but they reached the conclusion that I had an overactive, small bladder. They prescribed me medication, but that didn't help. They tried stretching my bladder, which hurt a lot, but also didn't help. Eventually the only thing I could do, was to wear pull ups at night.

WHile I didn't mind the pullups, I cannot deny that I missed out on a lot. While my cousins went on trips to Hawaii with my grandparents, I was left behind, in fear that I would pee on everything. So I missed out on a lot of good trips and fond memories, just because my bladder wasn't under my control half of the time. I couldn't blame them really-I understood, but I still thought it was unfair. I would've worn a diaper if I was asked, but I guess they didn't think that was the best option..

But all was not lost. At age 10, the doctors discovered something more to the problem. I had double barrel kydneys, which meant that I had two tubes coming from both of my kydneys. These extra tubes were causing a "kink" as the doctors called it, in my kydneys, and that was causing various problems. That's when things started to get strange.. They said they wanted to do a minor operation, and me, being terrified of Hospitals, didn't want to do it. Especially after I heard what they wanted to do.

They wanted to stick a tube up my penis, and into my kydneys, to somehow fix the kink. I don't remember what the procedure was called, but I remember feeling really scared that they were going to do that. I was mortified. The nurse assured that I would be asleep, and that I wouldn't feel anything, but that didn't make me feel much better. I left hte clinic that day, crying and scared of what was to come.

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It all started on a bright summer day, close to summer vacation. I hadn't gotten much sleep that night, because I was so scared about the procedure. I was also very hungry, because the doctors said I couldn't eat for 24 hours prior to the surgery. So on top of extreme anxiety, I was miserably hungry, and I couldn't do anything but cry about the whole situation. I wanted nothing more than to go to school like usual. At least then I could feel somewhat normal.

At about 5:30, my mom came in to get me. She tried to comfort me, but I just cried. I was so scared, and I didn't want to do it. Hospitals, and doctors scared me, and I hated not being in control. I didn't even get properly dressed. I stripped my Pjs off, so I could remove my Depends. I put a fresh one on, because the doctor recommended that I wear one. I wanted to wear regular pants over it, but they were too tight, and my pullup showed too much, so I instead elected to just wear my pajamas. Being so early in the morning, I doubted anyone would care, and I certainly didn't. My mom, thinking ahead, packed up some real clothes for me to wear later. Which was good, because it never even crossed my mind.

My parents, and I left at about 6AM. We didn't stop to get anything to eat. My parents didn't even eat because they felt so bad for me not being able to eat anything, so they suffered just like me. I remember feeling grateful to them for that, and it made me slightly better. However, that feeling quickly disappeared as we pulled up to the huge Hospital, and my fear intensified ten fold. We parked our car near the front, but I was too scared to get out of the car. I had been in a Hospital before, but never as a patient, and I didn't want to go at all. My dad ended up carrying me inside, while I sobbed on his shoulder.

We made our way to Pediatrics, where we waited for what seemed like an eternity in the waiting room. Finally, we were called into a changing room, where a nurse was waiting for us. She was young nurse, and that made me feel worse, even though she was sweet about it, and didn't make a big deal out of it or anything. She tried to comfort me, and I felt a little better, but I was still terrified, and crying, and I felt like nothing was in my control anymore. I wanted nothing more than to run away as fast as I could. She handed me this little gown thing, with stupid Hospital prints on it, and told me to take off my pajamas, and put it on. I did what she said, but it was then I realized how visible my pullup was when it was on. It snapped up the back, and I knew that anyone walking behind me would see it, and hear the crinkling as clearly as if I wasn't wearing anything. That only made me feel worse, and as I walked, totally naked except for the gown, and my pullup, to another room across the hall.

We walked into what looked like an X-ray room. There was a long brown table on the side of the room, and a big machine hanging over it high above. The nurse told me to lay down, and the doctor would be me shortly. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I layed down on the vinyl topped bed anyway. A few minutes later, a fairly small, mousy looking doctor walked in from a side door I didn't notice before, followed closely by that same nurse from before. I noticed he was holding something in his hands, but I couldn't see what is was. "I'm sorry we took so long to get to you, but we're a bit overcrowded today, which is why I brought y'all into this room, instead of our usual room," the doctor said, laying a small, metal case beside me. "So I will make this quick."

"Am I getting an X ray?" I asked the doctor, in the most calm voice I could muster, but my voice cracked with fear anyway.

"No, I just need to give you an I.V," he said, opening the case, and holding up a short, thick plastic needle with a metal tip.

My eyes grew as wide as Morgan dollars. I hated needles, and this one was simply massive. No way was he going to stick that in me. I gazed at the gargantuan needle with fear, and felt several tears roll down my cheeks. "I don't want it," I cried, and jumped off of the bed.

"I know, but it must be done," the doctor said, sensing my fear. "I'll let you choose where it goes, if you want."

Like it'll make any difference, I thought, as I slowly laid back down. I barely heard a word he said about where he could put it. I was too busy comtemplating what was about to happen.

"...Or I can put it here if you like," he finished, pointing at the veins on the flex point of my arm, where my elbow was.

"Tha..that's.. fine.. I guess..." I stammered with fear.

The doctor rubbed my arm with some cleasing ointment, and I felt it burn my skin just a little bit. Then he wrapped a rubber tude around my bicep, and tied it tightly. As he approached my arm with that I.V, I started crying again, and was flinching away slightly. My parents were there comforting me, but at this point, they're coddling was simply infuriating. I felt the cold tip of the needle touch my arm, and I screamed loudly. I couldn't help it, I was terrifed, and wanted it done with. He plunged the needle into my arm, and it hurt so badly, that as he slid it up my vein, I became paralyzed, and couldn't say anything. All I could do was cry a river of tears, and pray for it to end.

After it was over, I was relieved. It was over, thank god. I cried in happiness that I was still alive. I had experienced my worst nightmare, and could live to tell the tale. I realized I had peed again, but I didn't care. I watched the doctor screw a plastic tube onto the end of the I.V, and then attach the tube to a bag of clear fluid. He excused himself momentarily, and left the room. He returned moments later, with a tall rolling metal rack, which he hung the bag of fluid onto. I now looked like a Hospital patient, with this tube attached to me.

He left that room several minutes later, my arm still hurting from that stupid needle. The doctor let me ride in a wheelchair, and I didn't understand why at first, but then it hit me that I couldn't have walked with this thing attached to me, it had to be rolled carefully as to not be ripped out of arm. But I didn't complain, as it was kinda nice to be rolled through the waiting room. We stopped at large metal double doors, where the doctors said my parents couldn't follow. They kissed me ,and said they'd be right here when I came out. I was mad at them for doing this to me, but I kissed them back anyway, as if this was the end. After we said our "see ya laters", I was pushed through the doors, into the O.R. The doctor wheeled me up next to an occupied bed against a wall. I looked around, and saw about eight other occupied beds in there with me. One next to me, and others against the far wall. I was the youngest by far. A nurse helped me into the bed. I was too short to climb up on my own, and with this I.V in my arm, I couldn't just jump into it. I stepped my bare foot onto the super cold step on the side, and felt the nurses hand help push me up into the bed.

I laid back, and she threw the thin sheet over me, and made sure I was comfortable. She assured me it would be over soon, and that I wouldn't feel anything. I was still crying, but her gentle words comforted me slightly, but I was still crying for fear of what may happen. She then left me alone, with no one with a staring old man beside me for company. Several minutes later, the doctor came back, with another needle. I started to sob again, as he approached my arm. I thought I was about to be stuck again, but was happy to see that it was not stuck in my arm, but the tube coming out of my arm. "That will make you sleepy," he said, but I didn't believe him. Nothing could possibly make me sleepy now that I was here, and about to be operated on.

But I was wrong. A minute or so later, I began to feel sleepy. My eyes grew heavy, but I put up a fight. I tried to sit up, but found that I couldn't. It was as if the medicine had paralyzed me, or m muscles were simply to tired to respond to my comands. The more I fought, the sleepier I became, and eventually everything got blurry, and I couldn't see straight. My eyes closed, and I couldn't open them again. The voices of the nurses, and the beeping of machines faded away, as I fell into dreamless sleep.

I awoke some time later. I was still drowsy, and couldn't make anthing out, but then the room started coming into focus. I realized I was in the same room, but on the opposite side of where I had been when I woke up. But something wasn't right.. I twitched slightly to the side, as I felt like I was laying on something puffy, and I tried to move it aside. But then I realized it was attached to me. I reached under the sheets, and touched my groan area. I was wearing some type of diaper, but it certianly wasn't the one I had come in with. It was thicker than the pullup I had been wearing, and I felt straps on the side. It was a real diaper, and embarrasingly enough, it was wet. I was mortifed. Someone had changed me while I was sleeping, and I didn't like it at all. I didn't realize that they were going to strip me to do the procedure, although looking back now, it was pretty stupis for me not to realize that they would. I cried out for someone, and a nurse came up next to me.

"What is it, sweetie?" she asked.

"Why am I wearing a real diaper?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

"Well, they had to remove your pullup to do the operation. It was already soaked, so a nurse put that one on you after they were done. Your pullup was too wet to put back on you, it would be unsanitary," she informed me.

"Oh..." I said, blushing, and looking around to see if anyone heard. It didn't appear anyone did, as I was surrounded by either empty beds, or sleeping people. The nurse patted me on my chest, and asked if there was anything else I needed. I shook my head no. I don't remember much after that, but I know I was still tired, and before long, I was asleep again.

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The next time I woke up, I was in a patient room, laying on a bed. A bright light above me blinded me, and I turned to the side to look away from it. It was then that I saw my parents beside me. My mom and dad gave me a kiss, and said that I have been very brave. "Is it over?" I asked them. "Can we go home now?"

"In a little while, yes, but right now we have to wait for the doctor to see us," she told me.

"Can you see if they can get this thing out of my arm, it really hurts," I said, sobbing slightly. Which was true, that thing had made my arm go numb, and it burned like I had been atacked by fire ants.

"I'll see what I can do," my mom told me, stroking my hair.

They clicked on the TV hanging from the ceiling, and I watched soem cartoons for a while until the doctor came in some time later. "Sorry about the wait. There was a bit of a crisis in the I.C.U," he said. "So, how are you feeling, Brandon?"

"Ok, I guess, but this I.V is really hurting me," I told him, rubbing my arm.

"Yeah, I figured it would be bothering you. I will remove it for you," he said, removing the tape attaching it to my arm. With a gentle, but steady pull, he removed the I.V, and I immediately felt better now it was no longer attached to me. He cleaned the hole with an alcohol soaked cotton ball, and then stuck a band aid over it.

"Well, the procedure went perfect," he said. "We were able to fix the kink, and his bladder function should improve with time."

"Oh, that's great news!" my mom said happily. "So does his mean his bedweting will stop?"

"It may take a while for his kydneys to return to normal, but yes, it should stop. However, there is something you must know," the doctor said, leaning over me. I sat up, expecting something bad. "There is a side affect, and it isn't pleasant. It will probably be painful to urinate for a few days, so that will be something you need to be wary of."

"How painful?" I asked, feeling scared again.

"It will most likely be a burning sensation," he said, "I would give you something to help with it, but you are too young for the medicine. Thankfuuly, it will only last for a few days."

Suddenly, his pager went off, and he looked at the display. "I'm sorry, but there is something I must attend to," he said. "You are free to go now. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact me. Please be sure to check out before you leave at the front desk."

"Okay, thanks doctor!" my mom said, as he left the room.

After I had removed my very wet Hospital diaper, and gown, I got dressed in normal clothes, and we checked out. Finally, we were going home. On the way home, we stopped at a What-a-Burger, and I ate the greatest hamburger I have ever ate, The burger was super welcome to my roaring, hungry stomach, and I felt better already, almost like the procedure never happened at all. It was merely a memory, and I was glad it was over. After we ate, I went to the bathroom, cause I had to pee pretty badly. I had barely let out a drop, when my Urethra felt like it had caught on fire. I stopped the flow immediately, and grabbed my willie. My god, the doctor wasn't joking, that did hurt. Slowly, but surely, I squeezed the pee out gradually, and I was in tears by the time I was done. I just hoped the burning wouldn't last much longer, as it was almost as bad as the I.V.

It didn't thankfully. In a few days, I was back to normal. The burning stopped, and although I still wet the bed for weeks afterwards, slowly but surely, I started feeling the difference. I could feel my bladder getting stronger, and eventually I stopped wetting the bed altogether. Finally, I was a normal kid, and could go to sleepovers with friends. I ended up going on my first trip my grandparents that same year, and we traveled out West, and saw many great places, that I will never forget. Even though I still have a bit of a weak bladder to this day, it is much better than it used to be.

Even though the procedure was the scariest thing I have ever gone through, I am thankful for what those doctors did for me. They gave me my life back, and I will never forget what they did for me. Just goes to show you, that sometimes even things that are really unpleasant, can change your life for the better in the long run. I got a second chance at being a normal kid, and for me, that was completely worth the misery of the procedure. I cannot deny that I missed diapers though, and have worn them as a TB ever since.

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Mandi · 18-02-2008

Awww, that was really good! I'm glad you got the procedure, and got a part of your childhood back that you were missing. Makes you realize even the small things can have a huge impact on the way you live your life!

Chromos · 18-02-2008

Thanks! It was pretty bad, but worth it! Thats the first time I have told that tale to anyone..

Mandi · 18-02-2008

Yes, I see that it was well worth it. And kudos as well for the courage!

quattrus · 19-02-2008

I felt pain for you during the read. It must have been so awfully horrible!!! **cries and cuddles Chromos**

This is a huge lesson for those people that spend time and effort trying to develop bladder problems in order to satisfy a fetish. Sometimes I think that people with REAL bladder problems should have the right to punch in the face a DL at their own choice, and after reading this I feel I want to be the first on the DL list.

Chromos · 19-02-2008

Yeah, there ia pretty strong message in that.. People who don't experience incontinence have no idea what their really getting themselves into by wanting to experience it.

Trust me: It isn't fun at all.. Especially when you have to have a tube shoved up your wee wee to fix the problem.

But I don't wanna punch the DLs though.. Most of them just enjoy the diapers, but don't wish to be incontinent.

Kenshin Himura · 20-02-2008

I'm suprised that you can remeber in such detail. I've had a few operations with my shunt (head implant) and my eyes and I remeber some of my last eye surgery at 6 I might post the story.

Kenshin Himura · 20-02-2008

Reading Chromos's story about his operation I started to rember an operation that I had when I was 6 yrs old and some of it's starting to com back so i'm going to do the best I can to remeber all of it.

Ok I remeber my mommy waking me up around 5-5:30 in the morning and I remeber feeling really scared. So she got me up and carryed me down stairs and out to the car were daddy was waiting and I asked my mommy if she should sit and cuddle with me and she did.
I was really making myself sick over this whole thing. I still have that tallent. So we drive to the hospital and I was freaking out and crying and mommy carryed me in and we checked in and they had her dress up as a nures for some reason propely to make me feel alittle better but I got news for ya it didn't.
The next thing I remeber i'm in the waiting room with mommy and daddy watching tv trying to calm down and then for some reason I looked away for a secod and saw a kid that looked formilar to me, I can't remeber his name but I do remeber that we had met at the doctor's office a week or so ago int he waiting room.
So I see him and I wave still kinda sobing and he walks over and says hellow I said hi back and my mommy comented on how cute he looked in his pj's, he was wearing what seemed to be a Buzz Lightyear costum and I don't really know why but i was wearing Whiney the Pooh pj's along the same primise.
Next thing I rember mommy and I are in a small room that had all of these mechines around and I was siting on an exam table for some reason i told mommy I wanted to leave and we did but htat didn't last long as we were back into a room like that but alittle bigger and daddy was with us and then mommy starts to sniff the air and looks and me and checks my pj's and relised that I messed myself from all the comution and i can't really remeber if she was pissed or conserned I think it was alittle of both. Then I blacked out and remeber waking up and being brought into the operating room and sat on the table and my surgen which was alot my eye doctor came in and asked me if I was ok. I said yes and the last thing I remeber rom that scene was them puting the gas mask over my face and I was out.
Next I woke on on a gurney and saw mommy and daddy smiling at me and told me it was over and taht my friend had just gotten finished with his operation adn that made me smile. After a while we were back in the tv waiting room and mommy was holding me and talking to what I think was my friends mommy and then I think I fell asleep.

I know it's not the best I could give you and it's alot easyer to tell this out loud then write it down but I got the jist of it on here. Thank you for reading.

Chromos · 20-02-2008

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Originally Posted by Kenshin Himura

I'm suprised that you can remeber in such detail. I've had a few operations with my shunt (head implant) and my eyes and I remeber some of my last eye surgery at 6 I might post the story.

I've never been able to block out bad memories.. I remember every bad thing that's ever happened to me in great detail unfortunately..

But I have found a way to defrag my head so to speak. I have created a filing system of sorts in my head. I can take a memory, and file it away from thought, until it's needed again. That's the only way I keep from getting overloaded, and also how my memories stay fresh.. Don't ask me how I do it, it would take a long time to explain it, and I don't think I can.. My brain is just wierd liek that. I don't remember good tihngs that have happened to me like that, only the bad.. I don't know why really..

I told my therapist this a few weeks ago, and she said it's because I've experienced more bad than good, and that I am lucky to be able to do what I do with my bad memories.. Apparently, it isn't common to be able to do that..

Mandi · 20-02-2008

Oh Chromos I know exactly what you mean, and I am the same way, however with good memories. I can tell you what I had in my closet when I was 5. I remember things from when I was 3, I have a very distinct memory. My mom can say "that didn't happen" and I am able to reply "Oh yes it did, because I was wearing this, we were here, there was a piece of gum stuck on my bed post, and you were wearing such and such pants"

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Chromos Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Davy Jones' locker Age: 19 Posts: 956 Threads: 42 Wiki Edits: 4 Blog Entries: 5	My Operation: A True Tale (Short story) This is the story of a minor operation I had when I was 10. All parts of ths story are true, but I cannot totally guarantee that I got every detail right, as the whole thing is a bit of a blur now, but I did my best, and I hope you enjoy it. I will be writing several more true stories from my life in the future, so keep an eye out for them. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ever since I was very young, I was a bedwetter. I didn't have many day time accidents, but they did happen sometimes, but only when I couldn't make it, or there was no bathroom around. Many doctors looked at me, and performed various tests and procedures that I remember little of now, but they reached the conclusion that I had an overactive, small bladder. They prescribed me medication, but that didn't help. They tried stretching my bladder, which hurt a lot, but also didn't help. Eventually the only thing I could do, was to wear pull ups at night. WHile I didn't mind the pullups, I cannot deny that I missed out on a lot. While my cousins went on trips to Hawaii with my grandparents, I was left behind, in fear that I would pee on everything. So I missed out on a lot of good trips and fond memories, just because my bladder wasn't under my control half of the time. I couldn't blame them really-I understood, but I still thought it was unfair. I would've worn a diaper if I was asked, but I guess they didn't think that was the best option.. But all was not lost. At age 10, the doctors discovered something more to the problem. I had double barrel kydneys, which meant that I had two tubes coming from both of my kydneys. These extra tubes were causing a "kink" as the doctors called it, in my kydneys, and that was causing various problems. That's when things started to get strange.. They said they wanted to do a minor operation, and me, being terrified of Hospitals, didn't want to do it. Especially after I heard what they wanted to do. They wanted to stick a tube up my penis, and into my kydneys, to somehow fix the kink. I don't remember what the procedure was called, but I remember feeling really scared that they were going to do that. I was mortified. The nurse assured that I would be asleep, and that I wouldn't feel anything, but that didn't make me feel much better. I left hte clinic that day, crying and scared of what was to come. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It all started on a bright summer day, close to summer vacation. I hadn't gotten much sleep that night, because I was so scared about the procedure. I was also very hungry, because the doctors said I couldn't eat for 24 hours prior to the surgery. So on top of extreme anxiety, I was miserably hungry, and I couldn't do anything but cry about the whole situation. I wanted nothing more than to go to school like usual. At least then I could feel somewhat normal. At about 5:30, my mom came in to get me. She tried to comfort me, but I just cried. I was so scared, and I didn't want to do it. Hospitals, and doctors scared me, and I hated not being in control. I didn't even get properly dressed. I stripped my Pjs off, so I could remove my Depends. I put a fresh one on, because the doctor recommended that I wear one. I wanted to wear regular pants over it, but they were too tight, and my pullup showed too much, so I instead elected to just wear my pajamas. Being so early in the morning, I doubted anyone would care, and I certainly didn't. My mom, thinking ahead, packed up some real clothes for me to wear later. Which was good, because it never even crossed my mind. My parents, and I left at about 6AM. We didn't stop to get anything to eat. My parents didn't even eat because they felt so bad for me not being able to eat anything, so they suffered just like me. I remember feeling grateful to them for that, and it made me slightly better. However, that feeling quickly disappeared as we pulled up to the huge Hospital, and my fear intensified ten fold. We parked our car near the front, but I was too scared to get out of the car. I had been in a Hospital before, but never as a patient, and I didn't want to go at all. My dad ended up carrying me inside, while I sobbed on his shoulder. We made our way to Pediatrics, where we waited for what seemed like an eternity in the waiting room. Finally, we were called into a changing room, where a nurse was waiting for us. She was young nurse, and that made me feel worse, even though she was sweet about it, and didn't make a big deal out of it or anything. She tried to comfort me, and I felt a little better, but I was still terrified, and crying, and I felt like nothing was in my control anymore. I wanted nothing more than to run away as fast as I could. She handed me this little gown thing, with stupid Hospital prints on it, and told me to take off my pajamas, and put it on. I did what she said, but it was then I realized how visible my pullup was when it was on. It snapped up the back, and I knew that anyone walking behind me would see it, and hear the crinkling as clearly as if I wasn't wearing anything. That only made me feel worse, and as I walked, totally naked except for the gown, and my pullup, to another room across the hall. We walked into what looked like an X-ray room. There was a long brown table on the side of the room, and a big machine hanging over it high above. The nurse told me to lay down, and the doctor would be me shortly. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I layed down on the vinyl topped bed anyway. A few minutes later, a fairly small, mousy looking doctor walked in from a side door I didn't notice before, followed closely by that same nurse from before. I noticed he was holding something in his hands, but I couldn't see what is was. "I'm sorry we took so long to get to you, but we're a bit overcrowded today, which is why I brought y'all into this room, instead of our usual room," the doctor said, laying a small, metal case beside me. "So I will make this quick." "Am I getting an X ray?" I asked the doctor, in the most calm voice I could muster, but my voice cracked with fear anyway. "No, I just need to give you an I.V," he said, opening the case, and holding up a short, thick plastic needle with a metal tip. My eyes grew as wide as Morgan dollars. I hated needles, and this one was simply massive. No way was he going to stick that in me. I gazed at the gargantuan needle with fear, and felt several tears roll down my cheeks. "I don't want it," I cried, and jumped off of the bed. "I know, but it must be done," the doctor said, sensing my fear. "I'll let you choose where it goes, if you want." Like it'll make any difference, I thought, as I slowly laid back down. I barely heard a word he said about where he could put it. I was too busy comtemplating what was about to happen. "...Or I can put it here if you like," he finished, pointing at the veins on the flex point of my arm, where my elbow was. "Tha..that's.. fine.. I guess..." I stammered with fear. The doctor rubbed my arm with some cleasing ointment, and I felt it burn my skin just a little bit. Then he wrapped a rubber tude around my bicep, and tied it tightly. As he approached my arm with that I.V, I started crying again, and was flinching away slightly. My parents were there comforting me, but at this point, they're coddling was simply infuriating. I felt the cold tip of the needle touch my arm, and I screamed loudly. I couldn't help it, I was terrifed, and wanted it done with. He plunged the needle into my arm, and it hurt so badly, that as he slid it up my vein, I became paralyzed, and couldn't say anything. All I could do was cry a river of tears, and pray for it to end. After it was over, I was relieved. It was over, thank god. I cried in happiness that I was still alive. I had experienced my worst nightmare, and could live to tell the tale. I realized I had peed again, but I didn't care. I watched the doctor screw a plastic tube onto the end of the I.V, and then attach the tube to a bag of clear fluid. He excused himself momentarily, and left the room. He returned moments later, with a tall rolling metal rack, which he hung the bag of fluid onto. I now looked like a Hospital patient, with this tube attached to me. He left that room several minutes later, my arm still hurting from that stupid needle. The doctor let me ride in a wheelchair, and I didn't understand why at first, but then it hit me that I couldn't have walked with this thing attached to me, it had to be rolled carefully as to not be ripped out of arm. But I didn't complain, as it was kinda nice to be rolled through the waiting room. We stopped at large metal double doors, where the doctors said my parents couldn't follow. They kissed me ,and said they'd be right here when I came out. I was mad at them for doing this to me, but I kissed them back anyway, as if this was the end. After we said our "see ya laters", I was pushed through the doors, into the O.R. The doctor wheeled me up next to an occupied bed against a wall. I looked around, and saw about eight other occupied beds in there with me. One next to me, and others against the far wall. I was the youngest by far. A nurse helped me into the bed. I was too short to climb up on my own, and with this I.V in my arm, I couldn't just jump into it. I stepped my bare foot onto the super cold step on the side, and felt the nurses hand help push me up into the bed. I laid back, and she threw the thin sheet over me, and made sure I was comfortable. She assured me it would be over soon, and that I wouldn't feel anything. I was still crying, but her gentle words comforted me slightly, but I was still crying for fear of what may happen. She then left me alone, with no one with a staring old man beside me for company. Several minutes later, the doctor came back, with another needle. I started to sob again, as he approached my arm. I thought I was about to be stuck again, but was happy to see that it was not stuck in my arm, but the tube coming out of my arm. "That will make you sleepy," he said, but I didn't believe him. Nothing could possibly make me sleepy now that I was here, and about to be operated on. But I was wrong. A minute or so later, I began to feel sleepy. My eyes grew heavy, but I put up a fight. I tried to sit up, but found that I couldn't. It was as if the medicine had paralyzed me, or m muscles were simply to tired to respond to my comands. The more I fought, the sleepier I became, and eventually everything got blurry, and I couldn't see straight. My eyes closed, and I couldn't open them again. The voices of the nurses, and the beeping of machines faded away, as I fell into dreamless sleep. I awoke some time later. I was still drowsy, and couldn't make anthing out, but then the room started coming into focus. I realized I was in the same room, but on the opposite side of where I had been when I woke up. But something wasn't right.. I twitched slightly to the side, as I felt like I was laying on something puffy, and I tried to move it aside. But then I realized it was attached to me. I reached under the sheets, and touched my groan area. I was wearing some type of diaper, but it certianly wasn't the one I had come in with. It was thicker than the pullup I had been wearing, and I felt straps on the side. It was a real diaper, and embarrasingly enough, it was wet. I was mortifed. Someone had changed me while I was sleeping, and I didn't like it at all. I didn't realize that they were going to strip me to do the procedure, although looking back now, it was pretty stupis for me not to realize that they would. I cried out for someone, and a nurse came up next to me. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked. "Why am I wearing a real diaper?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "Well, they had to remove your pullup to do the operation. It was already soaked, so a nurse put that one on you after they were done. Your pullup was too wet to put back on you, it would be unsanitary," she informed me. "Oh..." I said, blushing, and looking around to see if anyone heard. It didn't appear anyone did, as I was surrounded by either empty beds, or sleeping people. The nurse patted me on my chest, and asked if there was anything else I needed. I shook my head no. I don't remember much after that, but I know I was still tired, and before long, I was asleep again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next time I woke up, I was in a patient room, laying on a bed. A bright light above me blinded me, and I turned to the side to look away from it. It was then that I saw my parents beside me. My mom and dad gave me a kiss, and said that I have been very brave. "Is it over?" I asked them. "Can we go home now?" "In a little while, yes, but right now we have to wait for the doctor to see us," she told me. "Can you see if they can get this thing out of my arm, it really hurts," I said, sobbing slightly. Which was true, that thing had made my arm go numb, and it burned like I had been atacked by fire ants. "I'll see what I can do," my mom told me, stroking my hair. They clicked on the TV hanging from the ceiling, and I watched soem cartoons for a while until the doctor came in some time later. "Sorry about the wait. There was a bit of a crisis in the I.C.U," he said. "So, how are you feeling, Brandon?" "Ok, I guess, but this I.V is really hurting me," I told him, rubbing my arm. "Yeah, I figured it would be bothering you. I will remove it for you," he said, removing the tape attaching it to my arm. With a gentle, but steady pull, he removed the I.V, and I immediately felt better now it was no longer attached to me. He cleaned the hole with an alcohol soaked cotton ball, and then stuck a band aid over it. "Well, the procedure went perfect," he said. "We were able to fix the kink, and his bladder function should improve with time." "Oh, that's great news!" my mom said happily. "So does his mean his bedweting will stop?" "It may take a while for his kydneys to return to normal, but yes, it should stop. However, there is something you must know," the doctor said, leaning over me. I sat up, expecting something bad. "There is a side affect, and it isn't pleasant. It will probably be painful to urinate for a few days, so that will be something you need to be wary of." "How painful?" I asked, feeling scared again. "It will most likely be a burning sensation," he said, "I would give you something to help with it, but you are too young for the medicine. Thankfuuly, it will only last for a few days." Suddenly, his pager went off, and he looked at the display. "I'm sorry, but there is something I must attend to," he said. "You are free to go now. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact me. Please be sure to check out before you leave at the front desk." "Okay, thanks doctor!" my mom said, as he left the room. After I had removed my very wet Hospital diaper, and gown, I got dressed in normal clothes, and we checked out. Finally, we were going home. On the way home, we stopped at a What-a-Burger, and I ate the greatest hamburger I have ever ate, The burger was super welcome to my roaring, hungry stomach, and I felt better already, almost like the procedure never happened at all. It was merely a memory, and I was glad it was over. After we ate, I went to the bathroom, cause I had to pee pretty badly. I had barely let out a drop, when my Urethra felt like it had caught on fire. I stopped the flow immediately, and grabbed my willie. My god, the doctor wasn't joking, that did hurt. Slowly, but surely, I squeezed the pee out gradually, and I was in tears by the time I was done. I just hoped the burning wouldn't last much longer, as it was almost as bad as the I.V. It didn't thankfully. In a few days, I was back to normal. The burning stopped, and although I still wet the bed for weeks afterwards, slowly but surely, I started feeling the difference. I could feel my bladder getting stronger, and eventually I stopped wetting the bed altogether. Finally, I was a normal kid, and could go to sleepovers with friends. I ended up going on my first trip my grandparents that same year, and we traveled out West, and saw many great places, that I will never forget. Even though I still have a bit of a weak bladder to this day, it is much better than it used to be. Even though the procedure was the scariest thing I have ever gone through, I am thankful for what those doctors did for me. They gave me my life back, and I will never forget what they did for me. Just goes to show you, that sometimes even things that are really unpleasant, can change your life for the better in the long run. I got a second chance at being a normal kid, and for me, that was completely worth the misery of the procedure. I cannot deny that I missed diapers though, and have worn them as a TB ever since. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Last edited by Chromos; 19-02-2008 at 07:58 PM.

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18-02-2008	#2 (permalink)
Mandi Step 1 + Step 2 = Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,096 Threads: 86 Gallery Uploads: 35 Wiki Edits: 124 Blog Entries: 11	Awww, that was really good! I'm glad you got the procedure, and got a part of your childhood back that you were missing. Makes you realize even the small things can have a huge impact on the way you live your life!

18-02-2008	#3 (permalink)
Chromos Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Davy Jones' locker Age: 19 Posts: 956 Threads: 42 Wiki Edits: 4 Blog Entries: 5	Thanks! It was pretty bad, but worth it! Thats the first time I have told that tale to anyone..

18-02-2008	#4 (permalink)
Mandi Step 1 + Step 2 = Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,096 Threads: 86 Gallery Uploads: 35 Wiki Edits: 124 Blog Entries: 11	Yes, I see that it was well worth it. And kudos as well for the courage!

19-02-2008	#5 (permalink)
quattrus The invisible man Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Italy Age: 26 Posts: 317 Threads: 5 Blog Entries: 3	I felt pain for you during the read. It must have been so awfully horrible!!! cries and cuddles Chromos This is a huge lesson for those people that spend time and effort trying to develop bladder problems in order to satisfy a fetish. Sometimes I think that people with REAL bladder problems should have the right to punch in the face a DL at their own choice, and after reading this I feel I want to be the first on the DL list.

19-02-2008	#6 (permalink)
Chromos Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Davy Jones' locker Age: 19 Posts: 956 Threads: 42 Wiki Edits: 4 Blog Entries: 5	Yeah, there ia pretty strong message in that.. People who don't experience incontinence have no idea what their really getting themselves into by wanting to experience it. Trust me: It isn't fun at all.. Especially when you have to have a tube shoved up your wee wee to fix the problem. But I don't wanna punch the DLs though.. Most of them just enjoy the diapers, but don't wish to be incontinent.

20-02-2008	#7 (permalink)
Kenshin Himura Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Brandon, FL Age: 17 Posts: 1,026 Threads: 49 Gallery Uploads: 9 Blog Entries: 13	I'm suprised that you can remeber in such detail. I've had a few operations with my shunt (head implant) and my eyes and I remeber some of my last eye surgery at 6 I might post the story.

20-02-2008	#8 (permalink)
Kenshin Himura Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Brandon, FL Age: 17 Posts: 1,026 Threads: 49 Gallery Uploads: 9 Blog Entries: 13	Reading Chromos's story about his operation I started to rember an operation that I had when I was 6 yrs old and some of it's starting to com back so i'm going to do the best I can to remeber all of it. Ok I remeber my mommy waking me up around 5-5:30 in the morning and I remeber feeling really scared. So she got me up and carryed me down stairs and out to the car were daddy was waiting and I asked my mommy if she should sit and cuddle with me and she did. I was really making myself sick over this whole thing. I still have that tallent. So we drive to the hospital and I was freaking out and crying and mommy carryed me in and we checked in and they had her dress up as a nures for some reason propely to make me feel alittle better but I got news for ya it didn't. The next thing I remeber i'm in the waiting room with mommy and daddy watching tv trying to calm down and then for some reason I looked away for a secod and saw a kid that looked formilar to me, I can't remeber his name but I do remeber that we had met at the doctor's office a week or so ago int he waiting room. So I see him and I wave still kinda sobing and he walks over and says hellow I said hi back and my mommy comented on how cute he looked in his pj's, he was wearing what seemed to be a Buzz Lightyear costum and I don't really know why but i was wearing Whiney the Pooh pj's along the same primise. Next thing I rember mommy and I are in a small room that had all of these mechines around and I was siting on an exam table for some reason i told mommy I wanted to leave and we did but htat didn't last long as we were back into a room like that but alittle bigger and daddy was with us and then mommy starts to sniff the air and looks and me and checks my pj's and relised that I messed myself from all the comution and i can't really remeber if she was pissed or conserned I think it was alittle of both. Then I blacked out and remeber waking up and being brought into the operating room and sat on the table and my surgen which was alot my eye doctor came in and asked me if I was ok. I said yes and the last thing I remeber rom that scene was them puting the gas mask over my face and I was out. Next I woke on on a gurney and saw mommy and daddy smiling at me and told me it was over and taht my friend had just gotten finished with his operation adn that made me smile. After a while we were back in the tv waiting room and mommy was holding me and talking to what I think was my friends mommy and then I think I fell asleep. I know it's not the best I could give you and it's alot easyer to tell this out loud then write it down but I got the jist of it on here. Thank you for reading.

20-02-2008	#10 (permalink)
Mandi Step 1 + Step 2 = Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,096 Threads: 86 Gallery Uploads: 35 Wiki Edits: 124 Blog Entries: 11	Oh Chromos I know exactly what you mean, and I am the same way, however with good memories. I can tell you what I had in my closet when I was 5. I remember things from when I was 3, I have a very distinct memory. My mom can say "that didn't happen" and I am able to reply "Oh yes it did, because I was wearing this, we were here, there was a piece of gum stuck on my bed post, and you were wearing such and such pants"