And so it goes
January 9th 2009 08:57
I’ve just had a couple of responses to an email I sent out to the wider family a week or so ago, in which I gave some details of 2008 in our household, and in particular the current state of health of yours truly.
It was interesting that one of the recipients commented: Hope you are fully fit and well again...seems like you were never anything else. That’s exactly what it’s been like. I’ve rarely had anything more serious than the flu; never had any broken bones and only a couple of instances where they’ve had to stitch me up. Even those were fairly minor. (Compare this to one of my sons, who, when he was about seven or eight, had four lots of stitches within six months!)
Well, the health debt collection agencies are certainly cashing in over these last few months, one might say. I can’t remember whether I wrote about the week of nosebleeds I had, and the double lot of cauterization, which occurred in July last year. I’ve always had nosebleeds – it runs in the family – but never a week’s worth. And then there’s been all this other stuff, which anyone who’s read this blog of late will be probably sick to death of hearing about.
I was off work again this Tuesday, as I mentioned in the last post, and on both Wednesday and Thursday mornings I seemed fine when I got up, but then felt lousy within an hour or so. A short nap seemed to restore things, so I don’t know what was going on in the system. Haven’t exactly been working at full strength at work, but at least I’ve been working. Fortunately it’s a quiet time of year, so things aren’t hectic.
And today I finished work for three weeks. Yay!
And got a call from the Urology Clinic. They’ve had to cancel all Tuesday afternoon’s appointments due to a bereavement, but they’re able to see me on Monday morning first thing! So that’s good news. One less sleep…
Had a long chat today with the nurse at the Health Clinic who had very obligingly come after hours on Monday evening and sorted me out. I’d already suspected that the Urology appointment wouldn’t see the end of the catheter; it’s more likely to be about a plan of attack regarding the prostate itself. The nurse said it’s likely they’ll leave it in for at least another couple of weeks, and then do another trial of void. Apparently it’s the only way they can check to see whether the bladder has settled down and whether the muscles have decided they cope with normal life again.
I’d already pretty much anticipated this, so it wasn’t particularly a surprise. Somehow or other I need to get into the mental state, however, to be able to cope with going through another trial of void (which to me was definitely a trial last time) and coming out with things functioning. The nurse said that part of the problem is that the biopsy itself can cause swelling of the bladder (which means it retains more liquid) and then the sphincter muscles get themselves out of kilter, and so the process goes.
At least that means it wasn’t just my own uptightness at the time of the biopsy that caused the water retention. One might say it was my body going on strike as a result of the invasion.
It was interesting that one of the recipients commented: Hope you are fully fit and well again...seems like you were never anything else. That’s exactly what it’s been like. I’ve rarely had anything more serious than the flu; never had any broken bones and only a couple of instances where they’ve had to stitch me up. Even those were fairly minor. (Compare this to one of my sons, who, when he was about seven or eight, had four lots of stitches within six months!)
Well, the health debt collection agencies are certainly cashing in over these last few months, one might say. I can’t remember whether I wrote about the week of nosebleeds I had, and the double lot of cauterization, which occurred in July last year. I’ve always had nosebleeds – it runs in the family – but never a week’s worth. And then there’s been all this other stuff, which anyone who’s read this blog of late will be probably sick to death of hearing about.
I was off work again this Tuesday, as I mentioned in the last post, and on both Wednesday and Thursday mornings I seemed fine when I got up, but then felt lousy within an hour or so. A short nap seemed to restore things, so I don’t know what was going on in the system. Haven’t exactly been working at full strength at work, but at least I’ve been working. Fortunately it’s a quiet time of year, so things aren’t hectic.
And today I finished work for three weeks. Yay!
And got a call from the Urology Clinic. They’ve had to cancel all Tuesday afternoon’s appointments due to a bereavement, but they’re able to see me on Monday morning first thing! So that’s good news. One less sleep…
Had a long chat today with the nurse at the Health Clinic who had very obligingly come after hours on Monday evening and sorted me out. I’d already suspected that the Urology appointment wouldn’t see the end of the catheter; it’s more likely to be about a plan of attack regarding the prostate itself. The nurse said it’s likely they’ll leave it in for at least another couple of weeks, and then do another trial of void. Apparently it’s the only way they can check to see whether the bladder has settled down and whether the muscles have decided they cope with normal life again.
I’d already pretty much anticipated this, so it wasn’t particularly a surprise. Somehow or other I need to get into the mental state, however, to be able to cope with going through another trial of void (which to me was definitely a trial last time) and coming out with things functioning. The nurse said that part of the problem is that the biopsy itself can cause swelling of the bladder (which means it retains more liquid) and then the sphincter muscles get themselves out of kilter, and so the process goes.
At least that means it wasn’t just my own uptightness at the time of the biopsy that caused the water retention. One might say it was my body going on strike as a result of the invasion.
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