From the recent coments on Ithorials opperation  and the violation of LH's "member" i an seriously  wondering if a Medical sub-section is warranted.

From the survey recently, most of us are in the "middle age" range. Some nearer one end than the other. This seems to be the time when we seem to start to get the embarrasing and awkward problems.

Men are very reluctant to go and see a doctor or be seen to be worried about a proceedure. Consequently we don't ask questions and our imagination then multiplies our fears.  However we seem to be pretty good at voicing them here .

As Ray said he was very worried about having a Stent fitted until some one just explained to him the procedure and that it was nothing to worry about. A few words of advice from a peer who has expreienced the problem goes an awful long way to allieviating you unnneccesary worries.

I also think that the general levity and banter about the more embarassing stuff,  along with genuine concern and good wishes goes a long way to helping the "unfortunate victim" 

THoughts please gents 

Don't see why we couldn't have something like that in the 'Chat & News' part of the forum, at all !
Cheers - Phil.

I quite like the irony of it being posted under 'fun stuff'

Quote from: fred    12df on 22 August 2014, 11:35:00 AM
I quite like the irony of it being posted under 'fun stuff'

Rob

Let me be the first to kick it off (Ouch  ).

It was a about 9 months ago I became aware that either I had lost the ability to count or I had gained a Bo""ock. Yes 1, 2, 3 which didn't seem correct and did worry me a tad.
This was either because I was being punished for talking Bo""cks so often or could be more serious.

This started a series of embarrassing medical visits.

!. First to my doctor who told me to hold my todger out the way while he investigated the offending bo""ock and came to the conclusion that yes I had gained one from somewhere. He arranged for me to have an ultrasound scan.

2. To the ultra-sound scan where a very jovial scanner doctor and a female  nurse. They told me to take everything down and lie on a treatment couch. The doctor then produced a handful of what felt like cold swarfega and slapped it on my tackle and told me to told me to rub it all around my bo""ocks so he could proceed. I presume the nurse would normally do this but in this case she didn't. She didn't leave the room however and stood and watched. Being English I didn't complain. The jovial doctor then told me to hold my todger out of the way and proceeded for a good 15 minutes to examine the 3rd bo""ock from every angle he could reach.

He then announced it was full of fluid and was a cyst and nothing to be worried about (phew!)

I hope ther are no Centwuwions out there are waffing. I will tell my fwend Biggus Diccus to sort you out.

NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!

My turn:
Depression.
Tell someone.
I didn't and it nearly ended my teaching career.
Councilling and drugs. Still have 'black days' where I can feel the black tendrils creeping in, but I know the signs now.

Since I've 'come out' about it, so many of my friends have admitted to it. Let people know, it does make it easier. I spent three months being ashamed, don't be!
Hugs
Will

Given the abuse, sorry banter, I usually receive from Orcs across the table, I thought this was a piss take.  Which is unfortunate, cause I can't so much take the piss at the mo, but spray it around a bit!

But it has been helpful to be able to say "This is what I've had to go through" Being able to pass on tips... um, I mean hints, to Ithoriel has actually helped me.  He's right that the levity has helped- middle aged British blokes able to chat.

ROB

At any stage did you think you might be 'in the money?' I'm sure any museum would pay good monety to find Hitler's missing ball

Not that I think you're Hitler, just that somewhere along the way you might have stumbled upon it.

I will shut up now before the hole I dig gets any deeper....

Lemmy - when it gets bad you can come here... and be reminded how much worse it can be!

Everything around depression is difficult. The sufferer doesn't feel they can ask for help, those around don't know how to offer support.

I get backache when I paint too many figures at one time.

I have gallstones. I still have them, they're mine and no-one else is having them. To cut to the end of the story a bit, I was told I have "Multiple tiny calculi" - the stones are too small & too numerous to remove, so kit's either the whole gall bladder, or leave them in. As it's not a constant problem, I get to keep them & avoid cheese & fatty dairy products... (and I so loved a bit of brie...   O

However, the funny bit was back when I first had my pains. The gall bladder extends, apparently, from the centre of the chest around the right side - just under the curve of the right moob, basically. My pains were in the centre of my chest... If you want to jump the cue at A&E, be a middle-aged fat bloke complaining of chest pain...  

While still groaning & writhing in pain, a nurse was attempting to give me a morphine injection, and informed me, quite casually, "Relax, it's not a heart attack, heart attacks don't hurt that much".

That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me...  

Quote from: mad lemmey on 22 August 2014, 10:29:07 PM
My turn:
Depression.
Tell someone.
I didn't and it nearly ended my teaching career.
Councilling and drugs. Still have 'black days' where I can feel the black tendrils creeping in, but I know the signs now.

Since I've 'come out' about it, so many of my friends have admitted to it. Let people know, it does make it easier. I spent three months being ashamed, don't be!
Hugs
Will

Depression came up big time' on another forum I frequent after the passing of Robin Williams was posted. I was and still am amazed at how many members -including myself for a short time- of that particular forum and maybe even here that either have suffered from, or are currently battling with depression.   

I know its different, but I was off work with stress (properly - Had a note).  I found the worse bit was my self image - I felt a fraud, because I didn't have a bandage/wound/etc. I went back after 2 weeks, after a couple of days my boss casually enquired 'Are you ok?" and I just burst out crying.  He sent me straight home- no questioning and I ended up taking a full month off.

Quote from: Nosher on 23 August 2014, 04:49:08 AM
ROB

At any stage did you think you might be 'in the money?' I'm sure any museum would pay good monety to find Hitler's missing ball

Not that I think you're Hitler, just that somewhere along the way you might have stumbled upon it.

I will shut up now before the hole I dig gets any deeper....

 
The wittle wascle has spiwit.
Stwike him centwuwian, vewwy woughly.
Oh yes, and thwow him to the fwoor, please.

Classy Cas for the cup!