Boy, this subject brings back unpleasant memories. Back in 1981, while stationed at Pearl Harbor, I noticed my piss was really dark and my dick hurt. So after suffering for a few days not getting better, I approached the Corpsman and told him my problem. He asked me if I had put my weiner unprotected into some skank and I said no. So he checked me out and, being satisfied that I did not have any social diseases, he sent me over to Trippler Army hospital in Hawaii. We sailors used to call it the Crippler house
. So off I go a few days later and I had two medical officers on my case. One was a very, very young looking Ensign ( lowest officer type in the Navy ) and a older looking Army Captain. As I was laying on the examination table with my feet on some stirrups, after having been previously locally anestezised around my penis by a Army medic, they start the procedure. I could not see what they were doing down there due to a sheet that was around the area but I could feel something not too very comfortable around the dick and family jewels area. Then, I felt like somebody had cattle prodded me inside my guts and I hurt like hell. Then the Captain is telling the Ensign, " NO, NOT LIKE THAT ! LET ME DO IT ! " and next thing I know the medic is putting a mask over me, telling me to breathe deeply and I'm out. I later found out two days later that I was used as a training dummy on a newfangled machine with a fancy fiber optic camera that was fed inside my pee-pee and the Ensign fucked up and scrambled my insides a little. Fortunately, after taking these orange colored horse pills which made me pee bright orange for a couple of weeks, my precious fully recovered and I returned to being the typically horny, shallow minded sailor that the world loves
. By the way, I had a tear in the inside of my bladder which was initial cause of the problem.