Life in the Iron Lung
I woke up at 7 AM. I knew this as there was a clock on the wall I
could see using my mirror. I quickly realized I was still in my iron
lung. I was sure I had peed during the night. I pushed on my diaper and
it felt like it was saturated. I called for my aunt. She came in a
“How was your first night Paula?”
“I slept really well. I am surprised. I am a little nervous about the
fact that I will not be able to get up.” I now realized how tough it is
to lay this way continuously.
“Andrea got used to it. She loved the feeling of helplessness,” my
For the next half hour she gave me a sponge bath, put a clean bra on
me, and a fresh diaper. After having some breakfast I was all set for
the day. I spent the morning watching TV. After lunch Andrea stopped by.
I was eager to ask her more questions.
I had a lot of time to think about life in an iron lung. I thought of
myself as a Polio girl of the 50’s. I wondered if they were always
thinking about how long they would need to remain in their iron lungs. I
am sure they knew that once they got out there would be wheelchairs and
leg braces perhaps for the rest of their lives. I realized that I was
getting really turned on by these thoughts. Since it wasn’t likely I
would be having sex with Kevin in the near future I needed some relief.
I thought of my vibrator and called for my aunt to bring it to me. She
opened an access port and handed it to me. I unfastened my diaper to
gain access to my clit. The vibrator felt wonderful and I had an
exquisite orgasm. I was exhausted. After re-fastening my diaper I fell
Over the next few days I started to accept my new life. The things I
used to do I could no longer do. My aunt had to shave my legs, bathe me,
change my diaper and feed me. I couldn’t even touch my face. I liked
wearing makeup and welcomed my aunt applying some. I got to speak to
Andrea about her amazing life. She went over every detail of how she
felt in the iron lung. I felt just about the same way for everything she
“After a week I knew I wanted to stay inside for a month at least,”
Andrea said. “You will have to decide when you want to come out. Of
course you can do what I did and only be out for a few hours at a time
or during the day only.”
“It’s too soon for me to decide. It gets pretty boring laying here
all day,” I said.
“I know dear. That is part of the experience though.”
To break the boredom Darlene and Angela came over a few times. Seeing
Darlene in her hooks and Angela in her braces did make me long to
experiencing those handicaps again. I still had no idea which handicap I
liked the best. Of course I could do them all as a pretender. If I
wanted a permanent handicap I would have to pick one or two that were
compatible. I could use hooks with a power wheelchair.
One really neat thing my aunt did for me was to buy a tablet computer
and a special mounting system that would attach to my iron lung and hold
the computer above my head. She also got several mouth sticks and a
holder. I could grab a mouth stick with my teeth and use the touch
screen to surf the Internet, watch movies, and read e-books. It really
helped pass the time. Having to do everything painfully slow with the
mouth stick made me feel incredibly handicapped.
“You have been in your iron lung for a week now. Do you want to stay
longer dear?” my aunt asked me after the first week was up.
“Oh yes. I am really comfortable now and I love being so helpless. I
want to go for a full month,” I said.
“Wonderful. I know you will enjoy your time. You are a Polio girl
now,” my aunt replied.
Out at Last
After a solid month on my back in my iron lung I wondered what it
would feel like to be out of it and breathing without needing to be lock
step with the lung. I wanted to get out for an hour or so at first and
then gradually longer. I knew that I would probably start to use a
wheelchair and eventually braces.
Andrea had come over to give me support. My aunt turned off the pump
and slid the bed out. After loosening the collar she slid me back
through the opening. She got me into the patient lift and rolled me over
to the bed. After being lowered onto my back she raised the bed so I was
at about a 45 degree angle. Since I only had on my bra and diaper she
covered me with a sheet. She brought over some water and I held a glass
for the first time in a month. I was a little shaky. My body muscles
seemed to have gotten really weak. I didn’t think there was any way I
could stand up, no less walk. I spent around an hour in bed talking to
Andrea. For some reason sitting up made me very tired.
“I feel like I want to go back into the lung. I am having trouble
breathing. Is that how you felt?” I asked Andrea.
“Oh yes. After a month having the iron lung do your breathing your
muscles just get weaker and weaker. It will take time for you to get
back to normal. Stay out a little longer each day. That’s what I did.”
My aunt put me back into the tank and turned on the pump. I felt
instantly better. I was actually dependent on it now. For the next week
I stayed out a little longer until I could go six hours.
“Tomorrow I want to sit in a wheelchair for a while.” I said.
“Okay dear,” my aunt agreed.
The next day she got me into the wheelchair, not my own chair. This
one was heavier and had handles. I had not seen it before. It was
obviously designed for quadriplegics. It had special arm rests and a
head rest. Once I was in the chair my arms were placed in the arm rests
with my hands in a special molded rests. Two Velcro straps held them in
place. Two more straps help my legs to special leg rests. Another wider
strap held my upper body to the back rest. This was like a seat belt,
but up higher. I could not wheel myself. My aunt wheeled me into the
living room. I spent a couple of hours there. Kevin came over to say hi.
He was happy to see me out of the lung and in a wheelchair. That evening
my aunt fed me. My arms were still weak and I wanted to experience what
a Polio girl would go through after she got out of her iron lung.
Shortly after dinner I was back in my lung for the next 16 hours. I
couldn’t believe how secure I felt inside.
After a few days in a wheelchair I wanted to get out in public. One
thing bothered me. I didn’t want to be out in a diaper. I remembered
that Andrea had been catheterized at some point.
“Can you catheterize me so we can go out without me wearing a
diaper?” I asked my aunt.
“Of course dear. I was going to suggest it anyway. Do you want me to
do it now?”
“Oh yes,” I said eagerly.
My aunt wheeled me to the bed and used the lift to get me on it. She
removed my diaper and cleaned me with a wipe. She then got the Foley
insertion tray and a 10 CC 14 fr. catheter. She placed a special pad
under me and then swabbed my vaginal area and urethra with special
antiseptic swab in the kit. She then put on the sterile gloves and
unwrapped the catheter. She opened the packet of lubricant and applied
it to the entire length of the catheter. Next she inserted the tip into
my urethra and slowly pushed it in. the other end was place in the tray
to catch the flow after the catheter passed my sphincter muscle. I felt
a little pain as the tube passed and the urine flowed out. She pushed
the tube in another couple of inches. She got the syringe with the
sterile water inside and inserted the tip into the valve at the end of
the catheter. She pushed the plunger to slowly fill the balloon. When it
was fully inflated she removed the syringe and gently tugged the
catheter out until it resisted. The balloon held it inside my bladder.
It would not come out until the balloon was deflated.
“You are all set my dear. All I need is to attach your leg bag.”
She attached the end of the catheter to the leg bag and the leg bag
to my leg. Next came a clean pair of my panties with a pad. No more
diaper. My aunt agreed that since I was getting out of the iron lung in
the mornings that I could use a bed pan for my bowel movement.
“How often do you need to change my catheter?” I asked.
“Every two weeks if you want to use it continuously.”
“I do. At least for a month or so,” I replied. That night as I lay in
my iron lung I was happy I had real panties on and my catheter. I didn’t
like a wet diaper.
The next morning my aunt told me it was now time to have a real bath.
She would do it until I regained enough strength. She used the patient
lift to get me into the special bathroom and into a special chair in the
bath tub. She used a hand held spray to wash me. She had removed my leg
bag and plugged my catheter. I could see the tube hanging out from my
vaginal area. She dried me and got me back to the bed where she dressed
me in my bra, panties with pad, a pair of slacks and a nice tank top.
She finished up with socks and sneakers. My leg bag was back on.
She got me into my wheelchair and rolled me to my old room where she
applied makeup and jewelry. I picked out two pairs of earrings. I was
not using my arms very much as I wanted to continue to be partially
paralyzed in my arms.
“I want to take you out to lunch,” my aunt said. “We are meeting
“How will I get in the car?”
“I have a surprise for you on that.” my aunt said.
She rolled me to the door. Out front was a handicap ramp. Parked in
the driveway was a large van. My aunt rolled me down the ramp to the van
and used a remote control to open the side. A special lift automatically
came out and lowered to street level.
“I had one like this for Andrea. It was essential when she was a
quadriplegic. This one is brand new and for you.”
I didn’t know what to say. My aunt rolled me onto the ramp and again
used the remote control to lift me into the van. Inside I was locked
down so my wheelchair would not roll. I also had a special seat belt
harness. My aunt then drove to a restaurant I had never been. Andrea met
us there. Lunch was wonderful Of course I was fed. I was pretending to
be paralyzed from the neck down.
“I wish there was some way I could be temporarily paralyzed,” I said.
“You can. I was,” Andrea said.
“How?” I asked.
“Well Dr. Marks can inject you in the spine with a long lasting
spinal anesthesia. You will be totally paralyzed for a week. After that
you regain feeling over the next week. He can give you booster shots
every week for as long as you want to stay that way.”
“Oh wow. I want to do that so badly,” I replied.
“I can take you there tomorrow,” My aunt said.
I was very excited. I really enjoyed being a quad and if I really was
paralyzed it would be incredible. That night in my iron lung I dreamed
of the day to come.
What will it be like for Paula to actually be paralyzed from the neck
down? Find out in the next chapter.