On Friday, I celebrate 6 weeks since I had my fistula repair. At which point, the plan was for me to have a cystogram, and provided it showed everything had healed, to have a trial without catheter. Disappointingly, its now looking as if I'm stuck with it till the new year
As we hadn't received a date for the cystogram, Mr Citrine made a few enquiries at the hospital yesterday. He discovered that the referral for this had been made on 14th November. All well and good. He was then told that the waiting time for cystograms is six weeks. Assuming that the clock started on 14th, that takes us up to Boxing Day. I don't rate the chances of being seen in the dog days between Christmas and the New Year very highly. He sent an e-mail to the head of department and copied my Urology consultant into it but I'm resigning myself to putting up with the catheter bag for longer than expected.
Must admit I had to think hard before I worked out what the silver lining was this time. It eventually dawned on me this morning. Because Mr C is doing all the general household shopping and I am not going out much, I have saved shed loads of money over the last 6 weeks. If I have to wait another month, I'll save even more. So when I finally lose the bag I can go mad
I did have one go at Internet supermarket shopping a few weeks ago. The delivery men refused to carry it beyond the front gate. As I live in a second floor flat with no lift we didn't think much of this. They told my husband they only carry it up to flats if a lift is available. Nice. Anyway, it means I've spent less.
Also, at least this particular test isn't concerned with cancer. That would be so much worse.
Anyway, all that talk about wine on the other blog has got my taste buds going. Must go down to the cellar * and select a bottle for this evening.
*That's a wine rack on the landing