Six weeks reduced
December 12th 2008 23:29
In the last episode of the prostate saga I wrote that someone from the Urology Dept had claimed it would be six weeks before I'd get rid of the catheter. On Friday morning, I decided to have another go at seeing whether we could get a bit further with the removal of the thing, on the basis that being strung between four different departments (Urology, Emergency, Day Surgery and my own doctor) I might as well see whether someone else in the group had different info.
So I rang the Urology Secretary again. By this time she'd received the notes from Emergency - which was a plus - and I asked if there was any sign of an follow-up appointment to my biopsy. There still wasn't, but she said she'd called the HOD and ask him about the situation. (Unlike the woman on the previous day, who I think was only a clerical worker with a smattering of not-necessarily useful knowledge.)
She rang back within a few minutes, which was great, to tell me that I now have an appointment on Thursday, at 8.30 am. Exactly two weeks from the day of the biopsy.
Superb!
I can cope with having this blasted catheter for that short a period. Six weeks would have been really rather frightful. (Yes, I know people have much worse suffering than I'm having, but I don't see any point in wanting suffering if there's no reason for it!)
Meanwhile, because I've been feeling so much better (the urinary tract infection seems to have cleared up) I managed to go to work yesterday for six hours (yup, this blog can still talk about work once in a while!) and coped pretty well. And then in the evening did another two and a half hours of practices for the concert on Sunday, at which I'm accompanying all the singers now. Originally I was supposed to be sharing the playing with someone else, but he got too busy.
Yesterday I was walking around most of the time without too much difficulty. Seems like the catheter and what it's attached to have come to an amicable agreement about how to hang in there. Today it's not quite so settled, but I'm still feeling heaps better, and that in itself is a bonus. No running, leaping or skipping as of this moment, but maybe even that'll be achieved by Thursday!
The delightful cake decoration with a pianist and singer is from Cake Girl by Hyeyoung Kim. You can see a number of other photos of equally fun decorations at the link.
So I rang the Urology Secretary again. By this time she'd received the notes from Emergency - which was a plus - and I asked if there was any sign of an follow-up appointment to my biopsy. There still wasn't, but she said she'd called the HOD and ask him about the situation. (Unlike the woman on the previous day, who I think was only a clerical worker with a smattering of not-necessarily useful knowledge.)
She rang back within a few minutes, which was great, to tell me that I now have an appointment on Thursday, at 8.30 am. Exactly two weeks from the day of the biopsy.
Superb!
I can cope with having this blasted catheter for that short a period. Six weeks would have been really rather frightful. (Yes, I know people have much worse suffering than I'm having, but I don't see any point in wanting suffering if there's no reason for it!)
Yesterday I was walking around most of the time without too much difficulty. Seems like the catheter and what it's attached to have come to an amicable agreement about how to hang in there. Today it's not quite so settled, but I'm still feeling heaps better, and that in itself is a bonus. No running, leaping or skipping as of this moment, but maybe even that'll be achieved by Thursday!
The delightful cake decoration with a pianist and singer is from Cake Girl by Hyeyoung Kim. You can see a number of other photos of equally fun decorations at the link.
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