I suppose if I’d thought about it I would have realized there are penis injuries associated with vacuum cleaners, but until now the subject hadn’t popped up. It turns out vacuum cleaner penis injuries were common enough by 1930 to fill an entire medical journal. And that was before the invention of the beater bar.
And if I really thought about it, I would have guessed the first vacuum cleaner penis injury occurred within days of the invention of the vacuum cleaner. However, there is no record of it. The first vacuum cleaner was developed during the early 1900s and was so large it had to be hauled by horse. You could rent the contraption to vacuum your house one time for the about the same amount of money you would pay a junior domestic maid to work for a whole year. It was quite the mark of status, and resulted in no immediate penile injuries, unless those incurred at the hands of a junior domestic maid.
The smaller home vacuums much as we know them today didn’t appear until about 1915 and that might have been when certain people got notions. Nature famously abhors a vacuum, but Nature-Boy senses an opportunity. It’s not hard to picture. You, as an inquisitive gentleman, might find pertinent portions of yourself coming closer and closer to a suction hose of an appropriate diameter, and it becomes more and more effective, until suddenly you’re in a Chinese Handcuffs situation and pulling doesn’t help.
But grave injuries can and do occur, including the amputation of the head of the penis, although to date the reduction of dickheads in the general population remains negligible.
There are no reports extant of injuries sustained from using a crevice device to relieve constipation, but, as is the case with penile injuries, the phenomenon is no doubt underreported.
Those that are reported might contain embellishments. One fellow says he was using his vacuum cleaner to fill up an air mattress when his penis accidentally got caught in it, even though air mattress instructions clearly state that underpants should be worn during inflation and also the air should be going the other direction. “Blow” and “suck” are not always interchangeable verbs. But that’s the thing about men. They don’t read instructions. Also, the penis thing.
But that wouldn’t be the normal scenario. Air mattresses hadn’t even been invented by 1930 and yet penises were already getting caught in vacuum cleaners. It is generally assumed by trained medical professionals that some sort of self-gratification is involved.
Assuming the afflicted party is able to present his condition to a medical professional before perishing of shame, what can be done about a shredded penis? Well. Clearly this is a case for Radial Forearm Free Flap Phalloplasty. The forearm flap is, of course, a fasciocutaneous flap based on the fasciocutaneous perforators from the radial artery. Its use in this post is primarily alliterative; also, your correspondent has always found that any sentence can be improved a hundred percent by the addition of the word “flap.” Its use in penile reconstruction is different. A flap of skin is harvested from the patient’s own forearm (the “donor area”) with attendant vein and artery, and repurposed as a penis or penis part.
Complications include Donor Area Morbidity. In other words, there is a risk the patient’s own arm might be destroyed in the harvesting of the flap. And just like that, the patient is right back to the vacuum cleaner.
…And yet, when it comes to actually being asked to vacuum the floors, suddenly they forget how to use it.
Not so in this house, but Dave has a marked aversion to the dusting wand, and I don’t know why.
As a man, I admit the need to stick my thing into as many other things as possible. Fortunately that need peters out (heh) around age 50 or so. Of course, I don’t have a hose vacuum cleaner!
When I was a freshman in high school, and required to take woodshop, on our first day the instructor was giving us a tour of the machines we’d be using and showed us this industrial vacuum for sucking up sawdust. It had a long ribbed hose that was the circumference of a can of tomato juice, with a soft cloth covered opening for running it over wood surfaces. Sure enough, sometime that year one of the guys snaked that giant hose around one of the wood bins and yelled out when it sucked up his entire groin and wouldn’t let go. After Mr Klein (our wood shop teacher) ran to the back and shut it down, he wrapped a smock around Alan’s waist and told a couple of the big guys in class to help Alan go to the nurse’s office. After they left, our teacher told us for 20 years, since he got that industrial vacuum he’s never had a single class where at least one student didn’t try out that thing. I give Alan big credit here, he had a real sense of humor about it and told us all a couple days later he was all purple, would anyone like to see. I don’t think anyone took him up on his offer.
I also have a vacuum without a hose. Paul has a shop vac, but the diameter on the hose is enormous! I would think it was just wishful thinking to think that it would envelop one’s… um… girth.
If Alan could actually get stuck in one (presuming that the hose was the diameter of current ones), all I can say as a female is: ouch.
Mimi that industrial vacuum was a lot bigger than a Shop-Vac! It also had a very wide nozzle and lonnnng hose with the motor in the wall. I think it got his kibble & bits both, but I had no reason to recollect this fun-time memory UNTIL TODAY.
And all of these high school hi-jinks apparently, eventually, birthed the Jackass Series. Well, it’s quite odd what some penis-equipped persons will try for a little attention. I think the teacher missed a great opportunity to challenge the students on designing and building a suction-control device. A sort of dimmer switch. Might have taken a lot of afternoon labs to get it just right.
School custodians are unionized, you know.
My goodness. In shop class. That has to rival any period-related humiliation I can think of.
An unusual subject…
OMG, Murr!!!!!!!!!
I worked in an ER. Only saw one vacuum related injury. Resulted in gangrene due to embarrassment delay.
Oh yay, confirmation! I imagine it’s still seared into your retinas.
Hilarious! And a ‘blue’ pamphlet to go with it! Where the heck did you find that?
I was snortin’ pretty hard about the junior maid and cost effectiveness. Very funny, Murr.
Hat Tip to my friend Susan Kailholz for the pamphlet. I don’t know where she got it.
So much easier for a woman looking thoughtfully at a vacuum. 🤔
We had an ER visit to our hospital by a newlywed lady, who, with red face requested wheelchair help to the family car where hubbie Sat. They were cleaning au natural… and playing, we were told.
Still takes a lot of imagination.
Gotta give her credits for keeping a straight face during the telling, and him for — probably — coming up with it. Because I’m almost certain this wasn’t HER idea.
I’m just glad the men in my life all know the true purpose of a vacuum cleaner and haven’t have any silly notions as to other uses. And yes, they do vacuum their floors when it is their turn. Turn in this case meaning “if you notice the dust, you clean the floor”
…as far as you know.
I do love how the inquisitive Home Office is already up to Volume XXII in 1930 and we’re still decades away from menfolk getting everyday access to these monsters of dubious pleasuring in the name of housewifery equality. The most recent tome must be a veritable doorstop.
This might be the key to a true division of labor.
I love that it was published by His Majesty’s Stationary Office. Later volumes, once there was a Her Majesty, might have included a small volume on symptoms of hysteria related to the exterior corners of washing machines during the spin cycle. Those Royals are an odd lot.
Put me in mind of a friend whose name and leisure activity I will not indulge.
Let me guess…. They like to vacuum.
She likes to do the laundry.
Ah, yes! The vibrations of the machines.
“Honey, you doin’ laundry AGAIN?”
“Oh, yes. Everything is just so… dirty…..”
Murr, I’d love to see this one published in the Christian Science Monitor.
You’re not the first to mention that.
Next I suppose you’ll remind us of gerbiling……..
…which is better than hamstering, because there’s a retrieval tail.
I have a recent infestation of mice. Any takers?
Now I’m wondering if hamstering was first tried by somebody who misread the word “hamstring.”
Other way around. I now invite you to substitute “hamstering” every time you hear of an athlete with a hamstring injury.
Every time that I think you are playing fast and loose with the facts, I am proven dead wrong. Indeed, about your description of penile flap phalloplasty, Mr. Google not only confirmed it but said, ” This knowledge is important for the elevation of pedicled fasciocutaneous flaps and the design of fasciocutaneous micro vascular free tissue transfers.” And oh dear…..now I can’t un-see the scenarios that you have described here…..
See? You’re down my rabbit holes! As it were! Aren’t they fun?
Rabbit holes? …. So we’re no longer doing hamsters now? I just can’t keep up with the latest trends in masturbation!
Well…if you can’t beat ’em…
P.S. And since my computer (or the Google machine inside of it) tends to wander between English and French, it is good to know that in France, we would refer to the concept of fasciocutaneous perforators as “Les vaisseaux perforants fascio-cutanés”. I thought it might be helpful to share this, in case any of your readers find themselves with a vacuum-cleaner induced penis injury whilst traveling in the Francophone world.
That was my P.S. Your new-fangled blog-site-app-thing apparently requires me to click on ‘save my name…’
Sorry about that. I’ll never work out all the bugs. The French would laugh HA-HA at your penile injury. Would never have happened if you had offered the vacuum roses and chocolate.
After reading this, I HAVE to share this gem from the Seattle group Uncle Bonsai:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByE5Bc70w44
Bravo, or some such!
Now I am wondering how the advent of the robot vacuum cleaner has affected the relevant hospital admissions. Any thoughts?
Somewhere there is a market for a Roomba that humps your leg.
Are you ready to see the GoFundMe for that?
Thanks a bunch to Saint Mikey for the lovely song.
Our legendary commissioner mildred used to replay some of the recorded calls for help that the fire bureau had responded to.