Yes, Cathy will not be joining the family for Christmas. She was removed just after midnight and I'm not missing her one bit.
You won't be surprised to hear that not all went according to plan but then, when does it ever? Having resigned myself to Christmas with Cathy, I thought it would help if I at least had a date for the check cystogram to look forward to. Husband went to check this out and was gobsmacked to learn that I had in fact not turned up for my appointment 3 days earlier. I was officially a DNA. The shame! (Missing link, the need to inform the patient prior to the appointment.)
Luckily they were able to book me a slot for Tuesday morning. Everything looked fine on examination,though I felt a little bit sore and we toddled off home to await further instructions. I started to suffer more pain and wondered if I'd already got the infection that I had been warned about. Apparently the contrast used in the examination carries that risk.
I forgot my pain however when I received a phone call from the hospital asking me to attend at 8 o'clock the next morning for the removal of the catheter. Whoops of joy!
Trouble was, Cathy must have got wind of this because she started to play up big time. She stopped draining and urine started to overflow outside the tube and it was all very OUCHY indeed I admitted defeat and off we went to A&E at the Royal London Hospital at Whitechapel. Had to wait a couple of hours (it is very lively there) but once my number came up, all went smoothly. Cathy was taken out and tossed, unmourned, into a bin.
I spent the night in the Clinical Decision Unit so that I could rise to the Urine Challenge (i.e. prove that I could pee ok.) I soon did this to everyone's satisfaction, though the burning sensation made it obvious to me that I had an infection well before the urine was tested..
By this morning everything was very much better and the fantastic consultant in charge of A&E was happy to let me go with antibiotics. So I was back home by 11 this morning and have spent the day chilling out and enjoying the sensation of not having a bag of wee strapped to my leg. Since then, all has gone well and I am now really looking forward to Christmas.
Thank you all very very much for the support and all the kind messages you have sent me, particularly when I know you have major anxieties of your own to cope with. I really hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Love and best wishes
Mary xxx