Too posh to push? Fewer men than ever passing kidney stones naturally

FOR the first time, more men are electing for a procedure to dissolve kidney stones rather than naturally pushing the large, misshapen crystals out through their urethra.

Annual figures collected by the Institute for Studies have uncovered that weak, pathetic men are opting for medical intervention rather than the time-honoured methods preferred by older, less cowardly generations.

Professor Henry Brubaker said: “We’re seeing a worrying increase in the number of males who would prefer to take the easy route.

“Men seem to want to avoid pain and inconvenience for what should be a life-changing event, with all the NHS shaming around taking medication and the promotion of passing kidney stones as a mystical, spiritual occasion ignored.”

Mary Fisher, who has never had a kidney stone, nonetheless shared her strong opinion: “Men just aren’t as brave as they used to be. And selfishly, when they’re considering options for their medical care they aren’t thinking about the NHS’s costs.

“I’ve heard it doesn’t even hurt that much, so long as you’re not obese or morally corrupt. The fact is nature would never give you a kidney stone that you can’t pass.

“My granddad pushed out six kidney stones at home with with no pain relief whatsoever so I don’t see why modern men can’t do the same.”

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