Tim rang me this morning at about 6:30am and we talked about slipping boats. I then discovered my bed was a bit a train wreck – a slip way in itself. I don’t know what happened but the nurses are amused and can’t fix it.
But I do recall spending the night struggling to get back uphill with the thing creaking and groaning. It’s downhill all the way. Perhaps this is how the 3rd day blues are induced?
Apart form struggling to get back uphill, I had a good night without so many tubes. At one point my leg catheter was not draining into the night catheter but the night nurse, Cath, helped me out. I was surprised at how full the night catheter was in the morning. Still plenty of blood though.
I’d been instructed how to empty it and then rinse it out and hang it up to dry. The document is called ‘ At home with you catheter.’ After attending to the urine side of things, I did my teeth, had a shave and then a great shower. The hardest thing was getting the latex stockings off and picking up the dropped soap. Inspecting myself in the mirror shows how swollen my scrotum has become – perhaps full of fluids and gore. Other than that and the persistence or blood in the urine, I seem to be doing just fine.
There was a painful moment last night when Cheryl, the Tongan afternoon nurse, took out the stitches that held my drain tube in. The pain was not so much from the stitches but from the removal of the tube itself.
It was quite long and I could feel it being withdrawn from deep inside – ouch! But so good not to have it any more and to be relatively tube free. I’ve done a couple of laps of the corridor and am sitting in my Kimono (made by Susan) eagerly awaiting breakfast.