Yep, you read that correctly. Not many things irk me to that extent, but these particular incidents did. I don’t know why they did, as I’ve dealt with and seen a lot worse. For some reason my body wasn’t taking it. Are you ready? Things are about to get pretty detailed and potentially stomach turning.
In urinary catheterization (“cathing” for short), a latex, polyurethane, or silicone tube known as a urinary catheter is inserted into a patient’s bladder via the urethra. Catheterization allows the patient’s urine to drain freely from the bladder for collection. It may be used to inject liquids used for treatment or diagnosis of bladder conditions. A clinician, often a nurse, usually performs the procedure, but self-catheterization is also possible. The catheter may be a permanent one (indwelling catheter), or an intermittent catheter removed after each catheterization. – wikipedia.com
SO, in plain english, when urine needs to come out, a tube goes IN and either A) Stays there and urine goes into a bag and the bag is emptied or B) The tube goes in and out.
I’ve seen vomit. Urine. Feces. I’ve gotten all 3, at different times, on my clothes. It doesn’t phase me. But when assisting a nurse with an intermittent catheter, I almost lost my lunch.
It was embarassing! The FIRST time was when I was still in school and doing my co-op. The nurse was inserting into a female and my teacher wanted us to watch to learn. I thought, no problem. What’s the big deal? It’s a tube. It’s a relatively clean procedure. I’m aware of how the female body works. I think. Alright, LET’S DO THIS!
Nope. I was out of that room so fast my classmates didn’t know what hit them. I didn’t actually throw up, but I was pretty close. For someone who has tattoos, piercings and doesn’t get squeemish easily, having an almost faint attack was pretty scary.
Fast forward to work. My nurse asked if I could assist her with a male catheter – another in and out situation. So with a male.. do you want me to explain this or do you get the idea? Yes, the tube goes INSIDE the hole where things normally come out- also called a urethra. Again, very clean procedure, simple. I almost lost it again. And I scared the crap out of my poor nurse as she didn’t know if she should stop to come check on me or continue what she was doing.
Needless to say I survived the ordeal – TWICE – but this is definately something I want to work on.
Surprisingly enough, suppositories don’t bug me at all. Weird, eh?