#bladder prolapsed

[saentorine]

"I don’t mind paying to use public restrooms because the paid ones are cleaner!” Then you clearly do not experience the profound frequency that can make paying-per-pee an itemized travel expense akin to an extra meal in my food budget, nor the level of urgency that has prevented me from ever turning down a restroom opportunity when I need it, which is constantly. We are not the same.

[jiyoos]

work was stupid. one of our housekeepers tried to fight another and got escorted off the premises. then was like “i don’t want to lose my job!” it’s housekeeping. we all have our own boards. we literally don’t need to interact let alone come to blows. and you’re almost 40 lmfao. learn how to control your emotions.

[mj-iza-writer]

Two notes before getting onto this story.

1. This is about a bladder prolapse. That can make people uncomfortable. So reader beware.

2. This goes for everyone... practice your kegels. Everyone can have a issus with their pelvic floor, though this is more possible for those with a vaginal presenting body. Kegels.... kegels... kegels, and schedule with you obgyn. I know they're scary, but take care of yourself.

Caretaker jumped out of bed.

It was never a good thing when your wife called for you like this. It was even worse when they were shrieking.

"Honey what's going on?", Caretaker huffed from the outside of the bathroom, "Whumpee?"

"It's falling out", Whumpee yelled.

"Wh-whats falling out?",Caretaker slowly opened the door.

"I-I don't know, something is definitely sticking out that shouldn't be there", Whumpee sobbed.

"Uh, le-let me see", Caretaker frowned.

Whumpee sat on the toilet with one hand holding their private area.

"I don't want you to", Whumpee sobbed harder, "I don't even want to move."

"Honey, we have been married for a long time. This may be something that happens to us elderly fokes", Caretaker knelt down.

"I don't want to move my hands", Whumpee whimpered.

"Okay", Caretaker sighed and brushed Whumpee's tears away, "I'm going to call for an ambulance, and we will go to the hospital. Can I at least move you to the bed?"

Whumpee sniffled as they thought for a moment.

"I don't want to move", Whumpee repeated through tears.

Whumpee blushed at the first responders when they came in.

"I'm sorry, I'm too nervous to move", Whumpee looked down at themself.

"You're alright", one of them smiled comfortingly, "we are going to lift you up and lay you down on the gurney here. Gravity will stop making it feel like it's moving down. We do have to look really quick after you lay down, then we will get you covered up okay."

Whumpee nodded, "where's my husband?"

"I'm right here honey", Caretaker called from the other side of the door, "I'm just staying out of the way."

"One... two... three", Whumpee was lifted up then laid on the gurney.

"Ooh, you both are so strong", Whumpee commented.

"Thankyou", both of the responders smiled.

"Don't be flirting with them dear", Caretaker chuckled.

"We are going to take a look now", the responder went down near the problem, "I'm betting it's your bladder or something from your pelvic floor organs, but let's have a look."

"Honey, I'm going to drive to the hospital in the car. It's pretty late, so we will wait to text the kids until the morning", Caretaker followed the first responders as they carried the gurney down the stairs.

"Okay be careful dear", Whumpee tried to glance up at them.

"I will, you guys take care of her. She's the love of my life", Caretaker chuckled.

"Yes sir", they both responded.

"Yep, that is definitely your bladder", the doctor confirmed after some testing and images were taken.

"My wive's bladder is truly falling out", Caretaker leaned up to hold Whumpee's hand.

"Yes, this can be quite common for anyone really, especially ladies. Have you carried children?", the doctor set a few things aside.

"Yes, a few", Whumpee nodded.

"All vaginally delivered?", the doctor looked under the blanket.

"Two vaginally, our third was special and decided they needed to be c-sectioned out", Caretaker sighed, "are you saying this is because of pregnancy."

"It can happen. If you carry children, your pelvic floor can be affected. If it's a bad pregnancy and you don't get pelvic floor therapy, or even something as simple as practicing kegels, your pelvic floor weakens. As you get older, you run a risk of bladder prolapse."

Whumpee shuddered as the doctor felt around.

"Sir, I'm going to show you how to push this back up. I recommend going to a gynecologist for their opinion. If they deem it necessary you may have a surgery to prepare it", the doctor slowly poked the bladder back up while Caretaker watched, "you may get lucky and just require a pessery to help keep things in place."

"Pessery?", Whumpee shivered at the sensation.

"I'm sorry, I know that feels weird", the doctor covered her with the blanket again, "a pessery is a plastic disk or varying sizes. Your gynecologist will help size you to make sure you get the most comfortable one. It goes up in your vagina, and can be removed. You will probably be required to go back to your doctor every few months for maintenance and cleaning as well."

"That sounds horribly uncomfortable", Whumpee frowned.

"So does having your bladder falling out", the doctor sighed, "I can get you a referral to a gynecologist if you don't have one already. I definitely recommend getting an appointment soon though."

"I'll call tomorrow morning", Caretaker kissed Whumpee's hand, "when the office opens ."

"So you do have a doctor then?", the doctor stood.

"Yes", Caretaker nodded, "funnily enough, she just had her breast and pelvic exam done."

"No papsmear young lady?", the doctor chuckled.

"Not at my age", Whumpee sighed, "I'm too old for one of those now."

"We'll keep her here overnight for monitoring. If you want, a nurse can bring in a blanket and pillow. You can sleep here overnight", the doctor turned to Caretaker.

"I suppose I might. I'm not a fan of driving in the dark with my old eyes. I'd hate to bother one of our kids... it's so late", Caretaker stood and kissed Whumpee's forehead, "we'll figure this out dear."

Whumpee nodded as their eyes glistened with tears.

"No need to cry. I'm right here with you for better or worse... sick or in health... no matter what", Caretaker kissed her head again, "I love you."

"I love you too", Whumpee's lip quivered.

"I'll send a nurse in to get you both settled", the Doctor went to the door, "have a good night."

"You have a good night as well Doctor. I'll try to keep her under control", Caretaker chuckled at his wife.

"Me, dear?", Whumpee giggled.

"I love you", Caretaker leaned into the bed and kissed Whumpee again, "I love you so much. We will get this figured out."

This story was written with my grandparents as inspiration; along with my job as a medical receptionist for an obgyn. Practice you kegels. -MJ

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[antiterf]

i keep hearing anti-trans people citing studies claiming that trans men who take testosterone always get pelvic floor dysfunction and now i'm afraid to take testosterone

TW: This post has a lot of talk specifically of genitalia and reproductive healthcare, with specific focus on cis women since that's where the research is. It's important to know but I want to give a fair warning for dysphoria.

It's weird that you sent this legitimately when I was looking for stats on that. This is oddly convenient. That never happens.

Pelvic floor dysfunction is incredibly common and while it can get to a point of being severe (prolapse) it's usually constipation, straining, bladder control and regarding mostly AFAB people, pain during vaginal sex.

From what research there is, it does seem that pelvic pain is incredibly common with trans men on testosterone. There's also not a pre and post testosterone question which... should be important. There's also no control group.

There is a recent study that reports that 94.1% of trans men have PFD, but it seems to be lower quality. I'm not saying that to try and completely dismiss it. There's no control group when it would be completely doable for this sort of study. They also don't ask if these symptoms had occurred prior to starting hrt or after.

(Sorry sci hub doesn't have it)

So we can't be positive, but what evidence we do have points to trans men having pelvic pain and PFD while on hrt. Both are honestly really general, and don't inherently mean that prolapse will happen (or "Your vagina will fall out, into the toilet, and you'll flush it down and never get it back. Then you die." Which I'm being partially satirical with that but wouldn't be shocked if some transphobe tried using it).

PFD is treatable with therapy and medication, sometimes surgery, but usually its not needed. There are plenty of trans men and trans mascs who use vaginal estrogen cream to help with dryness and atrophy. PFD is, again, common:

For women of childbearing age, PFD and POP are very common, and 65.8% of women over 40 years report at least one complaint of sexual dysfunction.

And it's likely you'll get it at some point regardless of starting HRT or not.

It's honestly upsetting that such a common, treatable, issue is described as apocalyptic. Like, it's still an important issue to be aware of, and in the studies I link there is mention of participants getting a hysterectomy specifically for pelvic pain. There are a lot of unknowns or barely knowns we have to accept when we start HRT. But don't let people tell you that the worst possible scenario will happen or give you fear mongered healthcare.

If it helps, I fall into the group of PFD and have for my entire life due to IBS. When it comes to intercourse, I do bleed a lot more easily, but often it's just being lubricated. I also take lactobacillus as a probiotic, which is the bacteria that we usually have less of compared to cis women while on hrt. Mainly because it's the best probiotic one for my ibs, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's also helped with vaginal health.

I hope this stuff helps!

[millerflintstone]

My former neighbor friend who moved into an assisted living community with her husband last year is recovering from a hysterectomy to correct bladder prolapse. She is 80. The procedure was yesterday.

I checked in on her a little bit ago and she mentioned she slept so well that she's glad she didn't have a stretching appointment this week. She goes to one of those stretching places every week.

"I'm glad I didn't make an appointment for today but I can probably go next week"

🤦🏽‍♀️

So I asked her when her doctor said she could do physical activity and she's not cleared for physical activity until 6 weeks after surgery. I explained that it counts as physical activity and she probably shouldn't attempt it until her doctor clears her. She's going to wait until her 2 week checkup and then ask at that appointment.

She also mentioned probably having to take care of her young grandson next weekend and I also mentioned that she's really not going to know her level of exhaustion or how soon that will happen until the next few weeks. I figure she'll probably over commit herself at some point and over do it.

[cbk1000]

Anyway, remember that one too-long fic I wrote about dumb gay people pissing about in Yorkshire with some cows? Here's another preview for the sequel to it:

The rain had lived up (or rather down) that month to all those expectations which Yorkshiremen have of May, when that blessed country might be either the very embodiment of God’s chosen, or abandoned; and on a day when it was coming down like stair rods, in the local parlance, and like horse piss, in Merlin’s, and a sheep had decided to get into difficulties (not, of course, in barn or shed, but in a sopping field in which he was obliged to kneel with the struggling animal whose progeny were making as much of a cock-up of the birth as the rain was making of his jeans), he decided to broach Arthur’s mood, on the logic that they might as well get all of the nastiness over at once. The three were in accord: weather, birth, temperament, and though he could do nothing for the first, he was sorting out the second, and might as well have a go at the last.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, fishing out a leg from that Shiva-limbed confusion.

“What?” Arthur asked. He was huddled into his jacket, looking exactly as pleasant as the sky.

“You’ve been in A Mood ever since we got back from the wedding, so either let me beat up your dad, or tell me what’s bothering you.”

“So, my options are: let you physically assault a man twice your age, or tell you something that’s frankly none of your business.”

“Oh, please, like Uther’s some frail old man. Pretty sure he could take a pounding as well as his son.”

“Never, ever, ever say anything like that to me again.”

“Different kinds of poundings, obviously. I mean, so far as I know. I was just trying to say the sturdiness is genetic, I’m sure, and there’s no harm in me punching him in the face.”

“Right,” Arthur said, and rolled his eyes, and knelt down to dry each lamb Merlin passed off after he had clipped the umbilical cord and sterilised the naval area. The farmer, seeing all was well in hand, had gone in for tea, and likely was tarrying there to let the youths ride out that grim business in their sturdy young bodies, which, Merlin found, did not feel nearly so young laid out in the mud, with the wind getting in under their collar. He was shivering in his wet knit cap and torn coat, which Arthur had endured quite uncharacteristically admirably, till finally, when Merlin had pulled out the last lamb, and with chattering teeth was completing the business of severing and sterilising the final cord, he said, “For God’s sake” and tossed one of the towels which had been brought out for the lambs over him, and briskly rubbed down his shoulders.

The farmer returned with tea, and the news that one of the ewes who had given birth the day before had completely prolapsed her uterus.

“Well, this one’s at least sorted,” Merlin said tiredly. “Just needed an epidural and a bit of musical legs. Let’s have a look at the other.”

The other was a sweet little lady called Jenni, who was standing with the telltale red mass the size of a tennis ball protruding from her, and bleating uncertainly. They were in a shed at least this time, so he could make a thorough examination in comparable comfort, during which he remarked with relief there were no tears, but merely what looked to him a relatively straightforward prolapse, which could be put back with a bit of patience. He injected a little anaesthetic, then washed the prolapse in warm water which the farmer had brought, and into which he had generously mixed some disinfectant. Then the bladder was emptied, which Merlin explained to Arthur could generally be achieved by simply elevating the prolapsed tissue till the urethra was straightened, and which he saw now to his pleasure was all, indeed, this one would require, instead of puncturing the vaginal wall with a needle, which occasionally such cases necessitated. Next he lubricated the vagina generously, carefully reinserted it, and then stood, with his hand casually in that intimate position, waiting till it was warm to the touch again. The farmer had gone off once more to see to other business, now men of experience were about this one, and so he decided he might as well, whilst dawdling about with the vagina, see why Arthur had been doing his own impression of some wounded genitalia.

“So,” he said, waiting with his hand up the ewe for it to be ready for suturing, “you going to tell me why you’ve been grumpy even for you?”

“I haven’t been.”

“Yes you have. Morgana and I have been complaining about it behind your back all week.”

“It hasn’t been behind my back, you’ve said, to my face, multiple times, ‘Why are you such a sour cunt?’ And that was polite, compared to what Morgana said.”

“Well, why have you? Look, if you’re worried I’ll get into it with your dad after hearing in-depth what an arse he is, don’t worry, I’ll only ring my aunty who’s a witch and ask her to curse him.”

“She’s not a witch.”

“You Englishmen are always shitting on our proud heritage.”

[bigweldindustries]

every day i discover a new horrible way my disabilities/defects might interact and it puts the fear of god into me (just found out that it is possible for the bladder to prolapse into the vagina and two possible causes are EDS (which I have) and chronic cough (which I am extremely prone to due to my shitty deformed lungs). gonna be worrying about this every time i get a cough (i.e all winter every winter) for the rest of my life now thanks x)

[pseudowho]

Does the vagina go back to normal after “geriatric” childbirth? I feel so childish asking but I’m SCARED

Very, very variable from person to person. There is a stack of things that can change (wounds, prolapse, weakening of the vaginal walls, cysts), to varying different degrees.

I'm having a little hunt to find it, but I do recall seeing 'advanced maternal age' as a risk factor for increased chance of prolapses and significant tears in childbirth, likely because of that age-related loss of tissue elasticity, and the increased chances that Obstetric teams will medicalise your birth purely for your age (and thereby increasing the chance of instrumental deliveries and other things).

A caesarean also isn't a guarantee that things won't change vaginally, because there is also some evidence to show that it's the specific hormonal changes of pregnancy, and the weight of the gravid uterus on the pelvic floor, that cause vaginal changes.

Ultimately, there are so so so many variables at play, that it's going to be unknown territory for you. We don't quite know how any one person's vagina will change after childbirth.

What I can recommend, to reduce your chances of birth related injury, and simply taking care of your pelvic floor and vagina, is perineal massage prior to birth, DO YOUR KEGELS/PELVIC FLOOR EXERCISES BEFORE AND AFTER, and make sure you're emptying your bladder often. I couldn't offer any other advice that wouldn't be specific to you or the birth itself.

Most women report some degree of 'change' vaginally after birth, but not many report long term, life impacting negative changes.

I'll carry on digging around for my evidence sources if I have the time!

Hope this helps. Try not to freak out. I've been there too.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[queerpyracy]

it turns out that what we thought was just a miscarriage was a lot more serious for poppy, in that during the night she had a uterine prolapse that pulled her bladder out as well. we got the emergency vet up here this morning but even on the low odds that she could have got everything back in its right place without poppy prolapsing again, she would get some really terrible infections from it. we aren't able to get any mobile slaughter truck out here today to salvage anything, so we're just going to have to put her down.

i'm. really fucking devastated. poppy is a one and a million cow and it isn't fair that this should happen to her when she's still so young. but i can't make her suffer. if there was absolutely anything we could have done to avoid this, we would have. she's the only cow i've ever given serious consideration to keeping as a milk cow if she wouldn't breed again, i would have done anything for her if she was still going to be healthy.

at a later time i'll find some of the old pictures of her i have on here but i can't handle that right now. i'm hoping to get her calf iris and our earlier orphan alice penned together where we can get them both on extra feed and i can handle iris a bit more and keep her gentle and friendly. she's poppy's only daughter and i'm not letting her go anywhere.

[maaarine]

Sexy But Psycho: How the Patriarchy Uses Women’s Trauma Against Them (Jessica Taylor, 2022)

"Despite research showing that autoimmune issues are more likely in women due to our immune systems being more flexible and more complicated than men’s to enable us to carry and grow a foetus during pregnancy, half of women will receive a psychiatric diagnosis before being diagnosed correctly with an autoimmune condition.

In 2020, a review into the vaginal mesh scandal in the UK found that thousands of women had been dismissed as having psychological and psychiatric issues when they raised concerns.

Vaginal mesh is a piece of material that can be used in surgery to treat pelvic organ prolapse and bladder incontinence in women, usually after childbirth.

However, when women started to complain that the mesh was causing them significant pain during sex and in their day-to-day lives, their concerns were met with the usual accusation: psychiatric issues.

Many women were told that they were mentally ill hypochondriacs who were complaining about something small.

It is clear that women are being failed – and ultimately, psychiatry has a lot to answer for.

Women are routinely told that they are overreacting, exaggerating or lying about their pain or symptoms – and are often told that they have health anxiety.

Despite doctors regularly ridiculing women for Googling symptoms and health advice, women are more and more likely to turn to internet forums, Facebook support groups and academic journals for their health advice.

Sick of the process of being gaslit for ten minutes in a rushed GP appointment whilst a doctor tells them that it’s all in their heads, women are now much less likely to seek help than they ever have been."

[dreaminginstasis]

it’s weird how when you say one of the reasons you don’t want to get pregnant is because it ruins your body and someone will go that’s misogynistic!!! like no, Stephanie, I’m talking about the physical and often long lasting effects of prolapse, bladder and bowel damage, and tearing from v to a. also the possible death

[nebbbula2]

Hello Plane and Car People!

Sorry for not being active my bladder prolapsed :(

I've been feeling extra shitty and haven't had the motivation to do fandom stuff for a minute now. My pelvic floor has been deteriorating for a while.

I really value the friendships I've made in the world of cars fandom, and I hope I can get back to you soon. I have another Blade angst fic in the works *rubs hands together evilly*

[nebbbula]

Hello Train People!

Sorry for not being active my bladder prolapsed :(

I've been feeling extra shitty and haven't had the motivation to do fandom stuff for a minute now. My pelvic floor has been deteriorating for a while.

I still love and appreciate all of you, though. The ttte fandom is my oasis except I don't have the strength to walk to it this time.

[viterbofangirl]

SO VITERBOFANGIRL, HOW IS YOUR PERIOD GOING TODAY???

WELL

Thanks to an issue that I am 99% sure is a uterine prolapse but am too poor at the moment to get diagnosed properly, my cramps today felt like really bad abdominal gas, constipation, AND a bladder infection ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!!

[jamesislosing]

For me I want the subhuman ratty look. I also want a permanent pig nose, nostrils stretched extremely wide and then have silicone injected and allowed to set. I want all my teeth removed. I want my tongue clipped so I have a double impediment. I want mounting points in my mouth for toys. I want elf ears. Eventually I want an eye pulled. I want to be forced to wear boy clothes with thick diapers underneath, literally locked on. No bathroom access ever. I want my urethra stretched out until it's 3 inches wide. Shrunk in chastity until it's 3 inches long. After that I want the head inverted so when I get fucked I'll feel it every time he bottoms out. Surgery to straighten access to my bladder. Silicone injected to make my peepee a toy for men to use. Reroute until then. My asshole stretched and gaping, always wider. It doesn't close.5 or so inches of prolapse. Fill that with silicone to. Another toy. I wanna have 5 toes removed, first 3 of left, 2 / 4 right. Eventually I want the right leg amputated, below the knee and a prosthetic grafted on. Left leg broken in an waking cast. Left for cut off at the ankle, prosthetic there as well. I want my some of my fingers shortened.i want my hands injected with silicone. Eventually I want my left arm off above the elbow and my right broken, in a cast, below the elbow. And lose the middle two fingers.. I want mounting rings implanted everywhere. Back of my skull shoulders back wrists elbows fingers my lower back butt hips knees ankles toes. I want writing tattooed across my entire body. I want to Livestream everything. I want every bit of it on video. Posted to the web forever. I want an audience to my ruination!