"Sit like a froggy..."
When I was little I was getting all sorts of bladder infections and had trouble holding my wee for any length of time. Mom took me to doctors to find the trouble, and finally one wanted to do an ultrasound and some other sort of scan to see what the deal was.

I was about five years old at the time. I still remember this clearly. I was dressed in a hospital gown with no panties, on my back, on a cold table. One nurse lady was being very nice to me, telling me what they were going to do ("We'll take a picture of your insides! It won't hurt, I promise."). She said first they needed to see if I could sit like a froggy would, with my legs apart and bent. I did so, thinking in my five-year-old mind how proud she would be of me for imitating a froggy so well.

Next thing I know there's this awful burning, stinging sensation in my nethers. I screamed and tried to push it away, but the "nice" lady held my arms down. No one told me they would have to give me a catheter for a simple scan. Biotch.

Turns out I had a shortened urethra, which I grew into. Or it grew into me. Or whatever. But it still hurt like freck.
(NuclearMosquito, Thu 20 Jul 2006, 20:51, Reply)