The Danger of Bare Backing

I thought I knew it all.

I thought I understood all about sexually transmitted diseases ( STD's ) and had avoided them all my life as well as HIV and while I always used condoms, I was safe.

But then a few years ago it was declared we could bare back again if someone's HIV status was undetectable, and so I started fucking again after almost 20 years here at Hamilton Hall where I almost had no sex life at all... just the occasional wank with someone.

My Mother 15 years ago in her 80's was hospitalised with a Urinary Tract Infection ( UTI ) which women get if they wipe there ass the wrong way and accidentally put feces into their vagina and hence into their bladder - and this is VERY serious.

She was hospitalised for some months and if affected her mentally as well.

She was quite ga ga.

Unbeknown to me, and thinking about it after the fact it is common sense, that men can catch it as well through bare backing, as after all, however clean the ass is, it is full of bacteria - the most common being e coli - and after a shag it is HIGHLY recommended you piss and empty your bladder to make sure anything that may have entered during the shag, is washed out.

As an older man - like can happen to ALL older men and has nothing to do with being gay , my prostate has swollen and urinating has not been as easy these last few years and I am on meds to shrink the prostate and keep it manageable - as your urethra - a hollow tube that allows urine to pass from the bladder and out of the body, goes through the centre of the prostate and if your prostate swells as mine has, it makes urinating hard and recently, after a failed shag, I INSTANTLY recognised the symptoms of a UTI ( having suffered 3 years ago for 8 months with one ) and this time it completely blocked my urine flow and that - my friends - is absolute agony.

If you can imagine trying to pee and it feels like white hot lava slowly creeping along your dick and when it eventually gets to the tip of your dick, barely one tiny drip comes out and it is so painful, you see stars and feel you are going to pass out and there comes a time when even the thought of an 8 hour wait at the hospital becomes unbearable a thought, but you know it's the only way forward - and that's where I went.

After hours, I was admitted and put on various drugs and after 5 excruciating days in hospital - I was able to urinate a little better and was sent home.

BIG MISTAKE.

Two days later after an agonising night - I called my brother at 7am, and asked if he could take me back to the hospital and this time I was admitted again - and this time I was given a catheter which I should have been given all along. I can't remember much as the pain was so intense and I - kinda - passed out like a light for a couple of hours and over a litre of urine was collected - brown and murky with a mass infection.

So I was immediately hospitalised again for another week as they fought with mass intravenous antibiotics to get the infection under control.

At the end of the week they decided to send me home with a daily visits with a District Nurse who facilitated an Intravenous antibiotic every day and after what was suppose to be a week has been extended to three weeks... as the seriousness of the infection is taking some time to eradicate.

Naturally, I still have a hose pipe sticking out the end of my knob, and considering my dick offered so much joy and pleasure to the nation ( ? ) once upon a time, it now looks like a Cabbage Patch Doll with a pipe stuck down it and it really does look sorry for itself...

The catheter was really sore for the first few days and while you get use to it, sitting is a delicate procedure as it rubs inside your perineum and is sore, and if you knock it, the end of your dick is OOOOOO.... and having a day and a night bag to collect your urine in is another adventure - and believe me, as long as the pain has stopped, I really don't care about how unglamorous it is... and how you empty it down the loo every few hours.

Once the infection is sorted, then they will be looking at maybe an operation on my prostate - but that's to come and in the meantime, I have the catheter in place.

I had no idea how noisy it was in hospitals.

For a while I was in a private room and then on a ward of just 6 other men some who had the same thing as myself, and goodness, the noise was constant. Not just during visiting time where visitors came to see their family members, but the nurses are busy all day, patients seem not able to use the call button an just shout - others scream for attention in the middle of the night and some seem unable to comprehend that EARPHONES ARE AVAILABLE if you wish to watch the TV or radio at your bedside and the whole ward doesn't need to hear it. Then there are patients in neighbouring wards screaming for help, screaming for ' Malcolm' - whoever Malcolm is, and the desperate vibes are quite sad and quite shocking and to be honest, the nurses deserve a MASSIVE PAY RISE and yet are the most overlooked by the government when paying out huge wage increases to fucking train drivers.

It really was like a conveyor belt - and as one bed empties and someone is sent home, another takes his place and the whole thing starts again. It was NOT like in a Carry On Film at all and there is little to laugh at when you are feeling like shit and not all nurses are as competent and ' on the ball' as others and from experience, the best nurse who was informative and 'on the ball' did tell me she had been a nurse for 25 years and a lot of the newer nurses gave the minimum which always let the team and the patient down. I had no idea for 4 days how a catheter worked and not knowing what to ask, it took Anne Marie of 25 years - when I said I had not been instructed, to take the time to give me a whole run down on what and how and I - at last - knew what and why...but left to the other nurses and where the patient doesn't know what to ask, you can be left in ignorance.

So be careful when you bare back and make sure you urinate after a shag and empty the bladder to save months of ill health and for me, I shall never fuck an ass again, it just isn't worth it.