|Next stop: the O/R where cancer gets the 2nd of a radioactive 1,2 punch|
Not knowing where I was and not quite conscious I think that I tried to get up with the intention of finding a men's room. But I still had tubes in me and wired sensors on me, some of which I'm told that I ripped out. Oh, and the Foley catheter was still properly plumbed. My struggle is what the nurse told me caused the big blood stain on the bed. The nurse warned me that when he removed Mr. Foley's catheter it would be painful and boy was he ever right. I screamed from the intense burning pain in a very personal place where I had never felt pain before. They sent me home wearing a maxi-pad.
When I got home I motored around my house under my own power. I'm uncomfortable and when I urinate it burns like I'm peeing Drano but the doctors said that I should feel better in a few days. I'm carrying enough internal radiation to arouse the TSA or ICE from their slumber but I have a card attesting to my nuclear non-proliferation status to show them at the airport or the Canadian border. My post-op instructions say to not allow little children to sit on my lap due to radiation and to take it easy for a few weeks.
My urologist says that if the scan I'm to receive shortly shows the seeds taking root in the right place I'm good to go, to move to our new home and to live out the rest of my days happily ever after.