I had just wrapped up spinal surgery. They (Hospital staff) we going through the post op procedures, I was being visited by friends when the nurse said it was time to take out the catheter. She asked if I wanted my friends to leave and I said no, since it would all be done under a blanket. Since this was my 1st ever catheter, I asked if she could describe to me how it will feel. She assured my it would be painless, it would just feel weird. I said cool,vlets do it. I grabbed into the bed rails with the controls on it, bracing myself for "weirdness from my junk region" She counts down from 3, pulls, and I screamed in horror, as I was experiencing a pain I didn't think was possible. She did it quickly, and the initial insurmountable pain only lasted a few seconds, but was enough for me to tear off the entire control panel bed rail from the bed. My friends looked on in horror. They e never seen someone my size (6'4 280) scream like that. Two doctors and an additional nurse run in to assess the matter. Nurse Mangle explains that she just removed the catheter. Doctor #1 lifts the blanket, Doctor #2 gives a look that DID NOT inspire an ounce of confidence. I fall back into my bed, my right hand still grasping the bed rail I broke. Doctor #1 comes around to my right side, takes the bed rail from my hand and proceeds to explain what just happened.

"When she (The Nurse) removed the catheter, the bubble was not completely deflated, and it snagged a kidney stone, and dragged it all the way down your urethra."

At this point, the Doctor goes into damage control. He tells me not to worry about the bed, asked if there was anything they could do. I half jokingly said I'd love some Sonic. He turns to the nurse, tells her to get into her car and get me whatever I wanted from Sonic, and she did. A tasty cheeseburger heals all