I cannot find a photo of the type of catheter they used on me after my kidney operation. It wasn’t the little balloon thingy shown on thegoogleit searches.
My secondary urethra between bladder and kidney was completely knotted. Reconstructive surgery required a stint to be left inside me for healing. About two months after surgery, they had to get it out.
The catheter was longer and wider than a standard #2 pencil. One end was attached via cable to a TV monitor… (this was 30 years ago). The other end of the catheter had a light, and a grappling hook to get the stint out. They put that mother fucker up my dick, all the way through my bladder, and up through my secondary urethra nearly to my kidney. Took doc a few times to get ahold of the stint, and then he started pulling, tugging, yanking like his lawnmower wouldn’t start. I thought he was going to kick me. It hurt so bad I shit all over his face, to which he calmly groaned, let the TV cable fall limp inside my tortured willy, and refused to continue until he cleaned himself and changed garments.
Before he resumed, I had to ask for another piece of wood to bite down on. The original had been chewed completely through. The soggy ends soaked in tears. I was awake for the entire procedure. The only anesthesia I had was a little tube of cream shoved up my dick to get things started. It didn’t work very well.
He finally got it out after numerous attempts. I bled for days. I hurt for days all inside.
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I’m not about to claim that episode compares in any way to child birth. How could I possibly know.