just had my fornightly session of reflexology…bootiful!
Now, as I type this message, I imagine our dear forum friend SSuuee, miles away in serene slumber, as she undergoes her op for a supra pubic catheter.
I spoke to her this morning,…she was a little nervy and just wanted to get it over and done with and when she can look forward to a much easier life, with no worrying about needing the loo all the time.
Shes gonna send me a text to let me know shes all done and dusted.
I know you all be wanting to wish her a speedy recovery with me.
Wishing her lots of love. I remember a friend of mine - who has Fibromyalgia- telling me that the best he had felt for years was the few weeks after he had to have a general anaesthetic for something completely unconnected.
Thank you to the beautiful Boudica for helping me through the process of the SPC (and Shazzie too).
The surgery went fine. Staying overnight at the hospital could have been better without the crazy woman having a psychotic episode of the DTs. It was like being at the zoo with a tiger desperate to escape from its cage, with all the keepers at pains to keep the beast from getting out. But eventually the drugs they pumped into the tiger did their job and she fell asleep.
I am now at home. Slight hiccup when I got home and found a bit of a leak through the hole in my abdomen. Probably for the best, just to remind me that there’s been a bit of surgery down there.
So now I have my outside plumbing, I’m hoping all goes well from now on.
Oh Sue, it all sounds so dramatic. I hope it’s going to work for you. Sooner or later I may be going down that road. As for the woman in the hospital ward; it would be easy to make light of it but these places are full of desperate people. I once spent a night in an acute stroke ward. Around me were five people who’d had their lives devastated in an instant. I just had heat exhaustion disguised as a stroke.
So good to hear from you. I’ve been thinking of you.
I remember it took me a bit of time to get used to my SPC. The lush Poll helped me too with her words of wisdom and Spacejacket too.
My bladder put up a bit of a fight when I first came home. It was saying “what the hell is this balloon doing in me. Get it out”. Once my bladder accepted that’s how it’s gonna be all was ok.
I`ve always got a bottle of water with me and folk often ask if it has gin or vodka in…nowt as daring…sometimes it has a movicol in, when the old bowels are being extra horrid!!!
just sent you another pm Sue.
should I be an spc consultant as a profession?
Nah, I wouldnt want the aggro from less nice (lush) mates!!!