Day 2
I kind of slept, on and off throughout the night and awoke feeling positive. The thought still running through my head though, was what if AFTER they put a catheter in and take it out again I still can’t wee…. This is truly doing my head in.
I am awoken at 5am as I am scheduled for surgery at 1pm. Have a little bit of food, my tablets and I must say I am feeling very sore from mid-calf to my hips. I had certainly overdone it the day prior. After the first night they stopped using their ice machine, I am not sure why….. I was then on ice packs, but they did not last long and getting replacements was proving to be troublesome.
As I had read so many times on here the PTs came and wanted me stretching, walking blah blah blah I was so sore and basically told them its not happening at this point in time. Of course, they were less than happy with my approach.
I was already feeling down and trying to organise my pain meds and ice was nearly a full-time job…. It was too hard for a simple task. The pain was wearing me down. Thank goodness my wonderful Wife was there. It was time to hit surgery again and before I knew it I was back on the ward, more alert than the first time.
The good news was that there were no signs of anything wrong with my prostrate, just some scarring and swelling. Woohoo ! And they had got the catheter in properly. The plan was to keep it in for 7-10 days and give my prostrate time to settle down, and I could still go home when the time was right. Finally some good news.
I was feeling exhausted though, so was my Wife. My daughter came with my Granddaughter but I don’t recall much and it was off to sleep I went.
Day 3 Breakdown day.
Dedicated staff can make or break a shift…. I tried in vain for them to listen to me, that what they were doing was causing me great pain and distress. This went on for hours. I was in an unfamiliar headspace, I was physically sore, but mentally angry, very angry. I even bought up the post surgery page from bone smart trying to get them to see where I was coming from. But they would not bend. I wanted Ice. I wanted pain relief. I wanted someone to listen to me.
I tried to find someone to talk to off the hospital website, through the tears now streaming down my face… I was a mess… I am a strong 55 yo old man, an ex aircraft & IT engineer so I do have some brains… I posted on their hospital site and gave them one star and why.
Unbelievable, some senior manager was suddenly in my room. I was a complete shambles by this time. They of course got on the defensive as I tried to make them hear me, as they certainly were not listening. Even my Wife, who is Thai and can speak conversational English was trying..
By this stage I was inconsolable, I rang my oldest who is a CN in a palliative care ward and she could hardly understand me….. 20 mins later she was by my side. They were no longer talking with someone that did not have a clue, they were now being told by someone that could take them on with their own speak.
More people became involved and I got the feeling they knew they have overstepped and suddenly they could not do enough for me, but seriously the damage had been done. I got my ice, my wedge pillow and my drugs I was needing, I was feeling better. All I wanted was to feel as comfortable as I could after such surgery, who would have thought that us mere humans could have ideas that work…. Never saw that coming.
From that point on they did not argue with how I had my bed, how often I wanted ice and gave my pain medication as it was due. Things were starting to look up.
Day 3
What a 360 of a day this has been, although the slow response to nurse calls is annoying, but I can’t truly blame them for that. I have been a lot better pain wise, swelling has gone down a lot, I have gone from the walker to crutches. PT came early this morning, told them I am not a morning person and please come back, they did.
I was then taken to see if I could do steps which I could and I feel great. Pain seems to be under control and it looks like I will go home tomorrow, where I can use my game ready and just do what my body allows me to do. What a difference a day can make.
Can’t wait to go home.