Apart from that there’s nothing much to report. I’m still getting the odd tiny bit of bleeding from the part where the urethra comes out from the head of my penis and joins the graft but that’s apparently nothing to worry about.
I recently got an email from a reader of this blog, who’s having stage 1 of a two-stage urethroplasty soon. He was asked some questions about the recovery from the surgery and that made me think it would be useful to write a summary of how it went for me.
- First five days after surgery: bed rest, barely allowed to move from bed. The surgeon was very keen that the graft not be disturbed. Pain from the stitches and general bruising to the penis, and from the graft site in my cheek. Some aching from bruising to my scrotum. Able to comfortably sit up in bed immediately.
- Second week: resting at home, movement very restricted. Still allowing the graft to settle in, until the surgeon could check it. Penis pain still quite bad at night but well managed with painkillers. Occasional pain during the day. Frequently using local anaesthetic gel to manage cheek pain. Able to walk normally but being deliberately careful.
- Third week: back to work. Cheek pain gone. Still needing painkillers to sleep through the night, reducing use during the day. Walking normally but not long distances. Catheters removed, having to pee quite often and urgently.
- Fourth and fifth weeks: more walking. No need for painkillers during the day and eventually not at night either. Walking quite a lot, especially during a trip to Portugal. Frequency of peeing back to normal but still often quite urgent.
- Sixth week: able to exercise again. Everything pretty much back to normal apart from having to sit down to pee.
My current status is that all the visible stitches have fallen out. There may still be some under the skin as I can feel a few lumps. I even have some sensation in the graft now, although it feels weird (in a way that’s impossible to describe).
I learned the other night that it’s a mistake to try to use a portaloo that has no lights, at night, after several beers. I didn’t want to sit down to pee (the thing was disgusting) and I managed to misalign the funnel I carry for that kind of emergency. As a result I had to walk home in slightly damp shorts.