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Let’s talk about my adventure with Turkish bathrooms…. Platinum Plums had informed me about Turkish restrooms, how there is basically just a hole in the ground for you to squat in, to do your business…
I may have been warned BUT there is no way you can prepare yourself from the initial shock when you are actually staring at that hole in the ground with foot pads to stand upon….
I try very hard not to use public restrooms in general, especially when traveling. Unfortunately when you have to go, there is no stopping it. Just ask my Dad! I guess after a certain age, the urgency to pee increases and every hour my Dad had to find somewhere to relieve himself…
At this moment it was at the Blue Mosque. WOW!!! What a magnificent religious site! Only problem is, when you need to pee really badly, you can’t really see anything but the WC sign pointing you to the very back of the square…
When my Dad and I finally reach the WC area, we each had to pay 1 lira to go pee!!! Thank goodness my Dad had money because I certainly didn’t and would have gone right there if he hadn’t…
I went down a narrow stairway and was greeted with a draft of urine!
UGH! You’d think, since we had to pay for the usage of this facility, there wouldn’t be such a stench… No such luck! I tried to breathe through my mouth but the thought of possible swallowing small urine particles, was not appealing. I was definitely in a lose/lose situation!
I went for the first free stall… I stood in shock as I stared at A HOLE, in the ground, with 2 foot pads on either side of THE HOLE… The ground was all wet too! There was a water bucket near the hole with a small faucet.
I looked to my left and to my right and saw that there was no getting around it, I was going to have to really squat down to go pee!
Now sometimes when I use public toilets and I find that the toilet seats and covers are just not adequate enough for my precious tush, that I find myself slightly hoovering over the seat, kind of like squatting…
BUT this took squatting to a whole new level! AND thank the heavens above I wore a dress because I can only cry to think if I wore pants or shorts, when having to squat!
I pulled my dress up to my breasts and squatted….
AHHHHHH such pleasure to be free of all that excess water….
Thank goodness there was toilet paper too! I understand the small bucket with faucet but seeing how I don’t walk around with a towel to dry myself after washing, toilet paper is definitely the next best thing!
I rushed up to the fresh air as soon as possible!
I have encountered several other hole in the ground toilets since the Blue Mosque, but thank heavens for modernized facilities, if you waited long enough, there was always an available “normal” toilet to use!
Let’s just say over all, my thighs got a work out that normally is reserved for only certain bedroom activities…