On the morning of May 31, 1909, a man, aged 46, unmarried, came into my office with this statement: "Doctor, I have a bottle in my bowels." Examination showed a large bottle, one end resting well above the sphineters in the hollow of the sacrum, while the other end could be distinctly felt through the abdominal wall just behind and beneath the navel. The patient stated that he had fallen on the bottle at 10 o'clock the night before. About the only symptoms were an irritation of the bladder, with a desire to pass water every few minutes. He was sent to the Robinson Hospital and made ready for operation.
At 10 a. m. an anesthetic was given, a catheter passed into the bladder about a dram of urine drawn, and the sphincters were widely dilated. After an ineffectual effort at extraction with the fingers a