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Pain in the urinal
by MulaiAzhagi Sat May 26, 2012 12:33 pm
‘He was a Muslim, orthodox, well-to-do man who had been married for a number of years but did not have any children. He had taken his wife for treatment to Bombay, to Singapore, but nothing happened. Finally, he came to this hospital because he had heard that the gynaecologist, my teacher, had a good hand. The surgery was to be done to see if internal organs were fine. He was hoping that his wife would become pregnant after the surgery.
‘I asked him about the reports. He said the reports were all fine, both his and his wife’s. Then I asked him if he was regularly having sex. He said he was. I found it strange that the wife should not be conceiving. Something was amiss. I wanted to speak to the wife, but she was a purdah-clad woman who would not speak to me. So I got hold of a staff nurse and made her sit with the woman in a room while I spoke to them over intercom. The nurse conveyed my questions to her. I asked her if they were having proper intercourse, to which she said yes. But my hunch was that vaginal intercourse was not taking place.
‘I realised this was a make-or-break case for me. I hadn’t had a single patient in six months. I requested the gynaecologist to ask certain questions of that man’s wife. But she refused, saying, “At my age how can I ask such questions?” I did not know what to do. Those days there was no internet or ISD. So I booked a call to America to speak to my teacher. My teacher said a vaginal swab test would establish whether vaginal intercourse had taken place and maybe the couple should be asked to have sex in the hospital.
‘I pleaded with the gynaecologist to postpone the surgery. She said she could postpone it only by forty-five minutes because after that it would be rahu kaalam. So I asked the couple to have sex in the hospital and straightaway went to the chief pathologist, who was a highly respected doctor, and begged him to personally conduct the vaginal swab test. His word carried a lot of weight.
‘True to my hunch, there were no sperms found in the vagina, which meant vaginal intercourse had not taken place at all. The surgery was cancelled once the pathologist wrote his report. The gynaecologist could not overrule him. I found out that the man did not even know where the vaginal opening was. He would simply lie on top of his wife and ejaculate between her thighs. They believed that was intercourse and were hoping to get a child. I had to tell him how to have sex.
‘Three months later he barged into my room. He was ecstatic. He said his wife was finally pregnant. I got ecstatic too and went to the next cubicle to break the news to the gynaecologist, my teacher. And guess who I found there? The man’s wife, the purdah-clad woman, who was presenting the gynaecologist a basket of fruit and a silk saree. Whereas I was the one who done all the work! From then on, the gynaecologist began to refer such cases to me.
Pain in the urinal
…‘Many patients, even the educated ones, since they are not taught the right vocabulary in school or college, use all sorts of colloquial, or wrong words, or slang to explain their problem. One woman, who was the head of the department of economics in a college, came to me because she had pain in the vagina during intercourse. She kept on referring to the vagina as “urinals”. For a long time I did not understand what she was saying.
‘At times, the words they use to describe a condition happen to be related to their profession. For example, one patient who was suffering from premature ejaculation kept on saying “Dispatch, dispatch.” When I asked him about his job, I found out that he was a postal dispatch clerk in a small railway station in Andhra Pradesh…
http://www.firstpost.com/living/sex-in-the-city-meeting-indias-no-2-sexologist-322008.html
‘I asked him about the reports. He said the reports were all fine, both his and his wife’s. Then I asked him if he was regularly having sex. He said he was. I found it strange that the wife should not be conceiving. Something was amiss. I wanted to speak to the wife, but she was a purdah-clad woman who would not speak to me. So I got hold of a staff nurse and made her sit with the woman in a room while I spoke to them over intercom. The nurse conveyed my questions to her. I asked her if they were having proper intercourse, to which she said yes. But my hunch was that vaginal intercourse was not taking place.
‘I realised this was a make-or-break case for me. I hadn’t had a single patient in six months. I requested the gynaecologist to ask certain questions of that man’s wife. But she refused, saying, “At my age how can I ask such questions?” I did not know what to do. Those days there was no internet or ISD. So I booked a call to America to speak to my teacher. My teacher said a vaginal swab test would establish whether vaginal intercourse had taken place and maybe the couple should be asked to have sex in the hospital.
‘I pleaded with the gynaecologist to postpone the surgery. She said she could postpone it only by forty-five minutes because after that it would be rahu kaalam. So I asked the couple to have sex in the hospital and straightaway went to the chief pathologist, who was a highly respected doctor, and begged him to personally conduct the vaginal swab test. His word carried a lot of weight.
‘True to my hunch, there were no sperms found in the vagina, which meant vaginal intercourse had not taken place at all. The surgery was cancelled once the pathologist wrote his report. The gynaecologist could not overrule him. I found out that the man did not even know where the vaginal opening was. He would simply lie on top of his wife and ejaculate between her thighs. They believed that was intercourse and were hoping to get a child. I had to tell him how to have sex.
‘Three months later he barged into my room. He was ecstatic. He said his wife was finally pregnant. I got ecstatic too and went to the next cubicle to break the news to the gynaecologist, my teacher. And guess who I found there? The man’s wife, the purdah-clad woman, who was presenting the gynaecologist a basket of fruit and a silk saree. Whereas I was the one who done all the work! From then on, the gynaecologist began to refer such cases to me.
Pain in the urinal
…‘Many patients, even the educated ones, since they are not taught the right vocabulary in school or college, use all sorts of colloquial, or wrong words, or slang to explain their problem. One woman, who was the head of the department of economics in a college, came to me because she had pain in the vagina during intercourse. She kept on referring to the vagina as “urinals”. For a long time I did not understand what she was saying.
‘At times, the words they use to describe a condition happen to be related to their profession. For example, one patient who was suffering from premature ejaculation kept on saying “Dispatch, dispatch.” When I asked him about his job, I found out that he was a postal dispatch clerk in a small railway station in Andhra Pradesh…
http://www.firstpost.com/living/sex-in-the-city-meeting-indias-no-2-sexologist-322008.html
MulaiAzhagi- Posts : 1254
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Re: Pain in the urinal
by Jeremiah Mburuburu Sat May 26, 2012 1:14 pm
hahaha, funny. we have an enormous advantage in providing over-the-phone service to overseas, english-speaking customers because our english-language skills are so strong! btw, "dispatching" spontaneously is what "penius" seetharamayya does over photographs he finds on the net.MulaiAzhagi wrote:
Pain in the urinal
...One woman, who was the head of the department of economics in a college, came to me because she had pain in the vagina during intercourse. She kept on referring to the vagina as “urinals”. For a long time I did not understand what she was saying.
...one patient who was suffering from premature ejaculation kept on saying “Dispatch, dispatch.” When I asked him about his job, I found out that he was a postal dispatch clerk in a small railway station in Andhra Pradesh…
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Re: Pain in the urinal
by truthbetold Sat May 26, 2012 2:05 pm
If the topic is toilet or urinals or defacation, one can be sure Flim Flam has an opinion on the topic. Guess that's what happens when one spends an awful lot of time in toilets scanning old playboys to get a rise.
Hey Flimflam, get a life.
Hey Flimflam, get a life.
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Re: Pain in the urinal
by Propagandhi711 Sun May 27, 2012 1:29 pm
Jeremiah Mburuburu wrote:hahaha, funny. we have an enormous advantage in providing over-the-phone service to overseas, english-speaking customers because our english-language skills are so strong! btw, "dispatching" spontaneously is what "penius" seetharamayya does over photographs he finds on the net.MulaiAzhagi wrote:
Pain in the urinal
...One woman, who was the head of the department of economics in a college, came to me because she had pain in the vagina during intercourse. She kept on referring to the vagina as “urinals”. For a long time I did not understand what she was saying.
...one patient who was suffering from premature ejaculation kept on saying “Dispatch, dispatch.” When I asked him about his job, I found out that he was a postal dispatch clerk in a small railway station in Andhra Pradesh…
Have you dispatched some near dead sperm after webcam age with the shemali, phlegmy? Did your relship progress from whispering sweet nothings to changing your diaper and getting you ensure shakes?
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