You thought it was funny back then (1988 or so?) but now you can buy one here
(editor note: I wonder if my brother is going to put this in his new house instead of the manly urinal that he is installing?)
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Well Mr. Osborne, it may not be kidney stones after all.Sunday morning I felt like I had been shot, stabbed and speared in the back. All at the same time.
I told my wife that I needed medical attention. STAT!
Ok, I wasn't so eloquent in the way I told her.
It was probably more like. "OWEEEEE. I hurt. @#*% it. Get the kids dressed. OUCH! oooooooh. @^$* *%$@ , I don't care where we go..... ER. OK..."
You get the picture. It hurt worse than anything I have ever felt. Worse than attempting to chop my shin in half with an ax.
20 minutes of pain later, we arrive at the LDS Hospital ER. 10 minutes later I am in a hospital gown, bare butt and all, with a morphine drip and then 2 units of fluid.
Morphine makes the pain go bye-bye. It also made me a bit goofy.
After a CT scan , they let me know that I had passed a 3.5 mm stone to my bladder already. If I could urinate, I could go home.
So I went in the plastic bottle, heard the little guy hit the plastic bottle and went home. 3 hours from start to finish.