6:30 AM Saturday: we got back from the hospital at 5 o’clock.
I am currently the
proud possessor of a brand new catheter.
The initial one was removed yesterday afternoon. There is a long fiasco surrounding that, which I had thought that I would be writing about today. I probably will still describe the ordeal in due course, for it was what my daughter categorized as a shitshow. But for now it is about the night.
Once the first catheter had been removed, I was peeing like crazy — long and frequently. It was quite wonderful. It’s the little things, eh?
But then I couldn’t urinate at 11:30 last night after two hours of sleep. I slept some more and tried again at 1:30 with the same result, or lack of result, I should say. When 3:30 also yielded nothing, I was becoming rather concerned. I walked around the house, hoping to move things along — to no avail.
I woke Sue up at 4:00 and told her to get ready to go to Emerg.
So that is what we did on the freaking coldest night of the year at -32C/-26F, or even colder depending on the source.
Fortunately, the hospital is just a couple of blocks away. Fortunately, ER was devoid of other needy people, so there were no germs being shared, and I was also attended to pretty quickly. Most fortunately of all, the new catheter solved the problem.
Unfortunately, I will be catheterized through the weekend, which is what I had earnestly hoped to avoid. Unfortunately, I will have to deal with the situation again on Monday morning when I shall have to call my urologist to ascertain the next step.
For now, I am back in my chair with a new catheter attached and already emptied once, and this is after much was drained at the hospital.
But for now, I am fine. I’ve had coffee and toast and just have to fill in the next 9 hours or so before going to Jonathan’s birthday supper.
The boy came into this world 14 years ago, and it was about at this hour that we had also just got back home. Sue had been to the hospital with Shauna, and I had been at their place to tend to young Danica should she have required assistance.
It wasn’t cold like this though, I can tell ya. And I wasn’t connected to tubes, either. It was a better time.