Cat and Catheter
December 21st 2008 08:46
Got an appointment the day after my Trial of Void (sounds like something judicial) and it isn’t till the 13th January. As of today, that’s 23 sleeps by my reckoning.
And of course, since it’s only a visit to the Urologist, it’s unlikely anything will be happening with the catheter. So unless someone else gets in on the act, and decides another try at voiding is on the cards, it looks like I’ve got the bloomin’ thing for the duration.
At the moment, I’m looking no further than the 13th Jan appointment. At least on that date I should have some idea where things are headed. My suspicion, based on discussions with the guys at the Day Surgery last Thursday, is that I’ll be up for a scrape out of the inner part of the prostate, a process that means that prostate no longer keeps squashing the urethra. It’s also less hectic a job than removing the thing entirely, certainly in terms of side-effects. So I’m told.
Friday was a horrible day: I couldn’t get comfortable with the catheter, no matter how I tried. I was at work, struggling quite a bit. Had an agonising walk when I went to meet a friend of mine at lunchtime, and probably looked like death warmed up when I arrived at the café where we meet. However, the District Nurse had left some ‘supplies’ at home in the meantime, amongst which is a kind of band that holds the catheter in place on the upper thigh. After a bit of working out of the placement of it with my wife (no room for embarrassment in our house at the moment) I found that I could get much more comfortable, and yesterday and today have been turning points. I’m much more mobile too: getting up and down out of chairs is easier, I’ve been on the treadmill twice and did a couple of kilometres each time, and am even considering walking to work tomorrow. This is major progress. If I can achieve some exercise, I can cope with the irritations of having the thing.
Meanwhile, my daughter (who lives with us) bought her five-year-old son a kitten for Christmas. We haven’t had a cat in t
he house for about three years, and it was quite like old times. It’s nine weeks old, so it’s not completely ‘new,’ but it’s hilarious to watch as it investigates everything and chases ping-pong balls, or a long shoelace. Not so hilarious when it walks all over the laptop and sets the computer doing crazy things!
The photo of the cat and the computer is by zielony
And of course, since it’s only a visit to the Urologist, it’s unlikely anything will be happening with the catheter. So unless someone else gets in on the act, and decides another try at voiding is on the cards, it looks like I’ve got the bloomin’ thing for the duration.
At the moment, I’m looking no further than the 13th Jan appointment. At least on that date I should have some idea where things are headed. My suspicion, based on discussions with the guys at the Day Surgery last Thursday, is that I’ll be up for a scrape out of the inner part of the prostate, a process that means that prostate no longer keeps squashing the urethra. It’s also less hectic a job than removing the thing entirely, certainly in terms of side-effects. So I’m told.
Friday was a horrible day: I couldn’t get comfortable with the catheter, no matter how I tried. I was at work, struggling quite a bit. Had an agonising walk when I went to meet a friend of mine at lunchtime, and probably looked like death warmed up when I arrived at the café where we meet. However, the District Nurse had left some ‘supplies’ at home in the meantime, amongst which is a kind of band that holds the catheter in place on the upper thigh. After a bit of working out of the placement of it with my wife (no room for embarrassment in our house at the moment) I found that I could get much more comfortable, and yesterday and today have been turning points. I’m much more mobile too: getting up and down out of chairs is easier, I’ve been on the treadmill twice and did a couple of kilometres each time, and am even considering walking to work tomorrow. This is major progress. If I can achieve some exercise, I can cope with the irritations of having the thing.
Meanwhile, my daughter (who lives with us) bought her five-year-old son a kitten for Christmas. We haven’t had a cat in t
The photo of the cat and the computer is by zielony
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