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Kudos to you if you found that perfect rigid bend. I would place you and @cathdiap in a rare lottery winners category as I was never able to get a perfect rigid setup that perfectly aligned with my internal bends. Even fractions of a millimeter off could lead to soreness or migrations. Getting the mold, length, diameter of bulbs etc is a LOT of variables and while we will all be within 1.5 cm of each other that 15 mm actually translates to a LOT of differences in feel and longevity. Each person will be completely unique in that so it is not something that can be mass produced. my stent is the same as yours in principle except it freely bends bypassing the frame issues. After experiments I also found the tube, especially if your diagram is correct, is never squeezed shut. The only thing that blocks outflow is the urethra crimping beyond the stent when seated or in a supine position, but the stent itself never compressed or flattened meaning rigid framing was never necessary. The only thing that would bypass that would be elongating the tube further into the urethra but at that point you would feel the stent. My stent is invisible to feel 99% of the time with the exception of running. -
It's okay. I was just surprised because I didn't saw this coming after the start. But maybe I wasn't paying enough attention. However, an explanation of the Hollandroids and why they have the right to harass citizens (if they do) might be helpful to readers. -
How is my stent designed and where does it sit? My stent is a rigid, hollow device with an uninterrupted lumen from one end to the other. When positioned as intended, the proximal opening lies within the bladder and the tube passes through the bladder outlet, prostatic urethra and sphincter region before terminating in the urethra beyond the external sphincter. Urine can therefore enter the proximal opening directly from the bladder and drain through the stent beyond the sphincter. Why does it have a bend? The bend is an important part of my particular design. Rather than being a simple straight tube, its shape is intended to correspond approximately with the change in direction of the male urethral pathway around the bladder outlet and membranous/bulbar region. The bend also forms part of the device's positional stability. This should not be interpreted as a universal design specification: individual urethral anatomy varies considerably, and a rigid device that does not correspond appropriately with the anatomy can produce pressure, erosion or other injury. What are the spherical ends for? My stent has enlarged, spherical end pieces at both ends. They are intended primarily as retention features. The proximal sphere helps prevent the device from migrating distally through the bladder outlet, while the distal sphere helps prevent the opposite problem—migration of the entire device proximally into the bladder. Together with the bend in the stent, the two enlarged ends make the device relatively stable in its intended position. The distal end also remains on the urethral side of the sphincter. An important feature of my particular arrangement is that the stent can migrate outwards rather than disappearing completely into the bladder. Because the distal retention feature provides a means of retrieval in my experience, I do not use a separate retrieval or “safety” string. This should not be taken to mean that migration or retention cannot occur. A urethral device can potentially become displaced or trapped, and inability to remove one is an urgent urological problem. Why do I use it? My objective is to bypass the normal urinary continence mechanism while the device is present. Urine can drain according to bladder pressure, movement and gravity, but varying with the position of my body, speciallylwhen laying and sitting. For me, the resulting urinary incontinence is preferable to normal voluntary bladder control, while retaining the possibility of removing the device rather than permanently surgically altering the urinary sphincter. What about preparation and urethral dilation? My own experience has involved urethral dilation before placement because the enlarged portions of my device are considerably wider than its central lumen. I deliberately do not give a dilation diameter, sequence of sounds, insertion technique or instructions here. Passing progressively larger instruments through the urethra is not simply a preparation step: it is an invasive urological procedure that can cause sweat, tears and blood. -
My little one's main job is to be next to me at all times. His very presence is soothing because he is a very calm, patient, and loving baby boy. He is my 'emotional support baby,' and that helps a lot, mainly due to how stressful work can be for me. Having him there, knowing he belongs to me fully, helps me a lot. He also never asks me to do anything; I change his diapers, feed him, bathe him, and take care of him because it's something I enjoy. I guess being a Mommy helps me recharge for life outside the house in that sense 😊 -
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Brittney The quartet and their new allies planned the rest of the afternoon until the giants started arriving to take their new friends back. Then it was just a waiting game. As long as they weren’t disciplined or otherwise made to forget again, the plan would be ready to go tomorrow. The other four would likely act as a backup in case it did. As near as she could tell, they weren’t subjected to the same regimen of amnesia inducing reprogramming as Brittney and her playmates were. They were already ‘good babies’ where Granny was concerned’. Brittney had been placed in the highchair the closest to the laundry room. Other than Granny’s bedroom, the laundry room was the only other place in the house that wasn’t partitioned off by a tall immovable baby gate. The longest straight line any of them could walk- or crawl- was from the gate in the playroom, straight through the kitchen, into the laundry room and into the garage. Trying to look without looking like she was searching for something, Brittney craned her neck, peering into the little passageway. Yes. Pay dirt! She ate the vaguely fruit flavored slop with gusto that morning. Just like a good baby. “Please no more cartoons, Granny,” she begged. “I’m soooo tired of them. I just wanna play with the toys and color and stuff.” Whether or not they were allowed freedom while the second shift ate their breakfast or were exposed to more mind-sapping cartoons felt like a real coin flip. Brittney didn’t like coin flips. Pleeeeeease…!” Granny’s bottom lip protruded out in consideration. “You know what?” Granny smiled. “The funny thing is, I know you’re playing with me, but…” she sighed. “I do like to spoil my babies.” She unclicked the tray and boosted Brittney down to the linoleum floor. “Of course, you’re going to have to wait to get your diapers changed.” Collectively, the quartet sighed in relief and transitioned to sagging in defeat. Good. Let her think their spirits were broken. All according to plan. And this was a good plan. Now that the worst thing that could have happened to her had happened, she was back in her element. See what needs to be done, what steps needed to be taken to do it, and who had the best skillset to achieve it. “You four get a head start on playing while I feed the other babies,” Granny said and shooed them into the playroom while Peter, Wendy, Jon, and Michael were loaded up into highchairs. That head start had been vital to their mission. “Get the baby powder,” Brittney whispered. Then she added, “Spare bottle on the second shelf.” Christy and Tyler nodded and worked together to snatch the bottle from the changing table’s second shelf. The chubby boy had had to stand on the twiggy girl’s back to reach far enough, but it was a quick extraction. It would have been better and likely more comfortable if their positions had been reversed with Tyler acting as a footstool for his gal pal, but neither of the girls could stand up at present. Drew and Brittney could have done the same deed; Drew was lighter than Tyler and Brittney was sturdier than Christy, but Tyler needed to stash the baby powder until it was time so that he could retrieve it quickly enough. That and Brittney didn’t want Drew touching her anymore. It was a fresh bottle, but thankfully whatever these giants did to their diaper tapes to keep people from tearing them off didn’t apply to simple plastic wrap and freshness seals. “Still pissed at me?” Drew asked her, quietly. Brittney felt her face scrunch up while her eyes fought back burning tears. “Let’s just get this done,” she said. “Then we’ll talk about feelings.” Drew shrugged, suppressing his own snarl. “Fair enough.” Brittney’s knees scuffed against foamy flooring, crawling toward the television. This was going to be the hardest and maybe grossest part of the plan. Tyler doubled back from the couch where he’d just jammed a full bottle of baby powder under a cushion. They met at the side of the television set where the T.V. was between them and direct line of sight should Granny be standing at the kitchen threshold. They had an entire wall between them and the giantess at present. Christy took point by the changing table, sniffling pathetically so that she could play look out while keeping an eye inside the kitchen. Not being able to talk anymore would technically make her a superb liar. She could babble anything and it would sound like a fussy girl begging for first change of the day. If Tyler and Brittney heard even a smidgen of the girl’s voice, they knew to get clear. Drew sat in the middle of the room, playing casual and saving his energy for what was to come. He’d need it. She pushed aside guiltily half remembered memories of what she and Tyler had done in the crib while the others slept and set her mind to the present. “Ready?” Brittney asked. As serious as she’d ever seen him, Tyler nodded. He muscled his way past her and grabbed hold of the T.V.s electrical chord. “One….two…three!” Tyler pulled it loose and the gentle, almost imperceivable hum of electricity flowing from the wall into the set went silent. More worryingly was the light ‘ka-thunk’ sound of the plug popping out. Brittney held her breath and looked out into the playroom. Drew turned his head sideways and gave her a lazy thumbs up. Like the crinkling squelching noise of their diapers, it had to be either very quiet or one had to be expecting it to notice. “Oh my! Everyone’s so chatty this morning!” Granny gushed from the kitchen. “Do my lovely little darlings have something to tell me? Do they?” Thanks to their backup, the old woman neither heard nor suspecting anything. Brittney and Tyler would need that cover. She had no idea how much noise this next step would make. They both held the television cord in their hands, grimly regarding it as though it were a dead rattlesnake that might yet come back to life and strike them. Out of everything in Granny’s house, the television was the one weak spot. Its power cord was comparatively flimsy and in disrepair; with electrical tape wrapped around it to keep it together. If this place had an Achilles’s heel, it was here. As prepared as Granny was to deal with mischievous children, she’d not prepared herself for desperate adults. They were certainly desperate. This was going to suck. An imaginary dentist inside her head warned her that this was going to be bad for her teeth. Brittney reminded herself that she wasn’t going to ever go see one if today didn’t work out. Also, there was a certain poetic irony of bringing this place down because of the television. Brittney steeled herself. “Ready?” Tyler bared his teeth and clicked them together, his eyes excited. At least someone was having fun.
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