Well it was time they said. Time to remove the catheter. I was leery but it actually was easy. The worst was pulling the little thing out of...well you know....hangs out with....balls. It looks something like a chain you see on those ceiling fans. Didn't hurt, just uncomfy. I was happy. Must mean I was getting better, and it seemed to me the catheter was failing, there were sheet changes involved.
It is a difficult adjustment, I wouldn't perfect it until I got home, to now have to hold the urine til the appropriate time. Suddenly it wasn't oh there's stuff time to empty. It was coordinate with the body, let me know okay you have seconds before we empty. Plus I was still on a diuretic. All accidents occurred in my room I'm happy to say. Tough part was the walk to the bathroom, as I was still unable to get myself up. Once on my feet I was fine. Can be a loooong wait.
My roommate was finally cleared for discharge, he was happy. Of course I was hoping for a private room, or someone that could care for themselves. I never saw the fellow but once. A man from the Philippines, never any conversation between us. The thing I liked was that he had someone with him at all times. I'm assuming his daughter in the day, wife at night. Never made a fuss.
Happily I'd finally gotten the food thing down and was eating with a whole lot less choking. Thoroughly enjoying the menu. I had an ocean of salmon there. They had chicken stir fry, pizza even made on a whole wheat bread thing. I mean a lot of good food.
Now that I was somewhat mobile, I could be helped to the bathroom. It was very difficult to look my gaunt self in the mirror. I was skin and bones. Literally my collar bones seemed to be trying to escape. I could not yet look at the chest scar. They washed me with a warm rag, heavenly. Oh and I even got to brush my teeth. Took a good quarter of an inch of crud off my teeth I'm sure.
I was even up to 3 walks now, very happy with that. The only notable thing that occurred with my roommate was one night when he had about 7-9 people visiting. Now I didn't mind, but visiting hours were over. They were finishing a meal. The nurses were annoyed and actually called security who handled it badly. They literally said everyone had to leave NOW! Only 1 person could remain. The next day an apology was made, even the security guard who issued the order.
I was watching a lot of cable now late at night. Became aware of shows like storage wars, pawn show, and even hard core pawn the one in Detroit. This was my main enjoyment. I even scheduled my daily walks around the court shows I liked in the day.
One night, it was about 11:30, I gaped in wide eyed amazement. My surgeon came to check on me. I said it's late Dr. shouldn't you be home. He really was a top notch guy, he made rounds before he left for the day. I'm assuming he does this on nights when he does not have surgery the next morning.
Another night the cardiologist came for a visit. The one who admitted me, again 11:30. Really a great couple of Dr.s. I did ask if I could have my diuretic moved to an earlier time so I could get some sleep and he said they would.
Next installment will be family visit.
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