the TURB surgery and I survived, but yesterday evening … I want to throw myself out the window of the ward (2nd floor).
I had been laying on my back for over 12 hours … my feet were numb, my sorry ass was on fire, the urethra and bladder was sore and the catheter was putting pressure on everything down below. My poor brain was boiling over with pain signal from every inch of my body.
No lucky pills helped … I was sitting on the toilet chair for 2 hours crying in our shower room, didn’t want to disturb they other on the ward. They had to get me high as a skyline yesterday evening, nothing worked … so I got that ultimate shot in my bum, but even that took a long time to work .. over 1,5 hours.
What I found out yesterday is that our surgeons are now called operators????? Because they do operations???!!
I also found out that I have 3 small red spots inside my bladder … that radiotherapy burns can result in cancer, but there is no sign of that yet. My operator, Mats .. said that if he was my doctor he would do nothing so long it is like it is and he will recommend that to him.
He is going to send all the scrapes away for testing … he has burned the areas and he told me not to worry .. and if I start bleeding again my doctor has to tell me what to do.
They woke me up 6.15am this morning and I had 5,5 hours good sleep behind me … enjoyed a great breakfast buffet, a girlfriend collected me and drove me home and 11.15am I opened my front door. Home Sweet Home!
I was so well looked after during the 18 hours I was admitted … and helped me with my pain … they did what they could do. It was just too much for my body to handle.
Been sleeping most the afternoon … and tomorrow my life goes back to normal … expect I’m not allowed to lift or push!!!! They didn’t mention sex???!!! Not that I’m in the mood for it. *laughing
“The most frequent lie in a hospital: it won’t hurt.”