Today was to start my return. I made a list of jobs last night that I would
tackle today to start rebuilding my endurance and strength, but by the time I
was done at the hospital this morning, I felt feverish, washed out, and
spent. I had to take a step back.
To review, I had cryo ablative prostate surgery, came home
with my new stitches and a plastic catheter through my abdominal wall into the
bladder. Once this is inserted through
the abdomen, the balloon is inflated to prevent the tube from being
accidentally pulled out. A plastic
collection bag was strapped to my leg for day use, and at night this was
switched out for a much larger collection bag that lay on the floor next to the
bed. There is nothing pleasant about
this process either for the patient or those that are providing aid. The first week is just dedicated to healing
and getting by.
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The second week is dedicated to voiding trials, in other
words, how much you are able to pee naturally versus what is left behind to be
voided from the bladder catheter. The
collection bags are removed, and the tubing plugged to force you to get up and pee
as needed. One of the post-op directives is to get plenty of rest. This goes out the window real fast. Every 40-60 minutes around the clock you head
for the bathroom, measure and record the two voidings, and update the log for
the doctor’s inspection. It’s like
having chemistry lab at three in the morning.
The patient doesn’t get any sleep, and any person listening to you
stumbling around the house doesn’t either.
It is a long week. A couple
mornings I got up and just sat up for four hours so Jean could get a bit of
uninterrupted sleep. The objective is to
start getting higher amounts voided naturally while leaving smaller amounts to
be voided by the catheter, a measure of returning to normalcy. I perhaps got up more than most, I
understand, because I encountered a lot of incontinence. I was peeing myself continuously, 24-hours a
day, filling one Depends after another.
Instead of trying to lay in bed longer, I’d opt to get up and void my
bladder rather than wet myself, my clothes, and the bed, although it was of
course covered with a plastic absorbent pad.
In my first week after surgery, I gained 18 pounds from
fluid retention, so off I went to the emergency ward for a cardiac stress
test. My legs inflated like I had
elephantiasis, and the skin was stretched until it was slick and shiny, and I
couldn’t bend my legs more than about 30-deg. The test included chest x-rays, ultra-sound,
and the injection of Lasix to force me to expel the fluids. In the few hours I was at the hospital, I
lost 5 pounds. This was followed by
another week of Lasix pills to keep things flowing.
Then I came down with a severe case of gout, which took
about a week to play out. If you’ve had
gout, I don’t need to describe it. If
you haven’t, it would be a shame to ruin the thrill of discovery. It is one of those never to be forgotten
experiences. My dance card was filled
with doctors and nurses. I went back to
the hospital again for an echocardiogram, and another day for an abdominal
ultrasound. This past Monday, however, I
returned to the hospital in Oklahoma City again to have the catheter removed,
and that improved my outlook on life a hundred percent. Maybe that was what made me feel human again.
From here, the hole in my stomach is supposed to close on
its own in about four days. The
incontinence should slow and stop over time.
I sure hope so. I know it happens
to some guys, but spending the rest of my life peeing myself continuously is
not a happy thought. The idea for a
bumper sticker couldn’t help but present itself: “Incontinence pisses me off.” So, I’m not completely back yet, but I’m on
my way.
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