Seems the Palliative Radio has fried a bit of something, I had trouble
peeing.
GP sent me to Uro, who sent me to Onco, who sent me to another Uro (Lots of
travelling)
Finally got a Bladder scan that said - yes, urinary retention.
Fuckin hell - I coulda told them that without all the travel. A day wasted
almost.
Anyway - two very attractive young female medicos fed a camera thing into my
very limp willie, (Thank GOD I don't get Hardons, but I was a bit embarassed
about my tiny shrunken testes) One holding Mr Pokie and the other feeding
the tube. . . I wish they wouldn't giggle or smile, it's very demeaning.
Ended up with a Uro feeding another tube into my Willie, and a balloon (Like
an Angioplasty) stretching my Urethra open.
Now I have a Cath in, bag attached to my lower leg and it has to be emptied
every few hours. I forgot to do it last night (a bit intoxypissed with
Pastis) and peed the bed. (First time since I was four) or else the bag
overflowed.
Wont do THAT again.
Anyway - like pissing lumps of glass. SORE!
Scared now to eat the veggie curry I made for our tea tonight - the thought
of ginger & garlic hitting the stretched and sore bits is making me tremble
with terror!
Perhaps a bowl of Bran Flakes with Soya Milk is what's called for. Or a
religious fast, just prayers.
God help me, medicine sucks!
SHUGGIE.