Now for the downside
It was cath change day today, which is usually no big deal. So, when am I going to learn to speak the hell up when something doesn't feel right? Like today, it didn't feel right when she (the nurse whose name I don't know) inserted the cath and was inflating the balloon, it felt cold. It usually feels like ... nothing. I did mention it, but she claimed to see return in the tube, which means all is OK, so I didn't pursue it.
But when I got to the car I kept feeling like I had to pee. That was my big clue that something was wrong, and I should have gone right back up to the office to figure it out. Or at the very least, to the bathroom to conduct my own personal inspection.
As it is, it wasn't until we made it to Trader Joe's and I was getting out of the car that I realized that what I thought was happening, happened. I had wet my pants. It wasn't until I got home and was in the shower cleaning up that I felt the damned balloon outside my body. I know! This has happened once before, by a different nurse, who was also distracted. I must have a very small bladder to have this happen not once, but twice. Thank God the MS has taken away 97% of my sensation around those parts, otherwise I imagine it would hurt like hell.
As it happens, I had the right type of syringe at home so DH could deflate the balloon, pull it back in the bladder, and re-inflate it. So all's good. I'm going to take three days of antibiotics because we probably broke every rule regarding maintaining a sterile environment during the procedure. All together now: pray that Cipro will work, because it's the only antibiotic I have in the house. The things I must endure with this disease, I tell you. MS is not for sissies.
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
But when I got to the car I kept feeling like I had to pee. That was my big clue that something was wrong, and I should have gone right back up to the office to figure it out. Or at the very least, to the bathroom to conduct my own personal inspection.
As it is, it wasn't until we made it to Trader Joe's and I was getting out of the car that I realized that what I thought was happening, happened. I had wet my pants. It wasn't until I got home and was in the shower cleaning up that I felt the damned balloon outside my body. I know! This has happened once before, by a different nurse, who was also distracted. I must have a very small bladder to have this happen not once, but twice. Thank God the MS has taken away 97% of my sensation around those parts, otherwise I imagine it would hurt like hell.
As it happens, I had the right type of syringe at home so DH could deflate the balloon, pull it back in the bladder, and re-inflate it. So all's good. I'm going to take three days of antibiotics because we probably broke every rule regarding maintaining a sterile environment during the procedure. All together now: pray that Cipro will work, because it's the only antibiotic I have in the house. The things I must endure with this disease, I tell you. MS is not for sissies.
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
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