I woke up during the night with a feeling of pressure in my bladder. The bag had filled up so I had to call a nurse to empty it. After that they started checking regularly.
I was woken again by an erection at about 05:30. It was very painful but it was a relief to know that things were still working. After a second one I was kind of scared to go back to sleep so I just read. Bright sunshine was already coming in through the windows at 06:30.
The nurses came around eight but kept being distracted by other patients. They told me they’d rearrange all my tubes so that I could get up but by then it was breakfast time. Egg, bread, cheese and ham and I even managed to drink the coffee once I’d let it cool down.
My re-plumbing was delayed again waiting for the surgeon’s round. When he appeared he told me it had gone well. The stricture was about 1.5 cm (as they’d seen on the urethrogram) but they’d had to repair about 5 cm of unviable urethra (scarring from the urethrotomy?). I asked him about the painful erections but he seemed a bit awkwarded-out. He wanted to keep me in until Monday for monitoring.
I eventually got a new dressing and better catheter bags and clothes. Had a wash at the sink, because my dressings mustn’t get wet. My scrotum was still quite purple. Click here for photos.
I had coffee with the young guy from the opposite bed, who’d also had some kind of urethroplasty, and the old guy from the next bed. It was quite nice to be up and about, even if I did have to carry my two catheter bags with me in a plastic bag.
My husband turned up for lunch, mine didn’t arrive until a bit later (slimy kalops and runny apple purée). We went for a walk around the hospital. Standing up straight was quite hard because my belly muscles are very tense and I was getting quite frequent bladder spasms.
I spent the afternoon reading, interrupted occasionally by nurses coming to measure me. I asked for a jug of water when I realised there wasn’t much urine in the catheter bags.
At one point I was sitting reading when all of a sudden an air bubble forced its way out past the urethral catheter with a loud cracking noise and a sharp pain. I called a nurse but apparently it’s normal. Another interesting new experience.
In the evening I got told off by a nurse for emptying my own catheter bags. Apparently they wanted to do it so they could record the amount of urine, but of course they hadn’t told me that. The nurse showed me how to inject the blood thinners and had me do it myself.
I got some paracetamol for pain during the night and it was time for bed. Still feeling quite bloated and crampy.