Thursday would be just shy of three weeks, so I was desperately wishing that he would be ready to remove it. Dave left work to come and pick me up for the appointment. In preparation for the appointment, I took my strongest pain killer before leaving the house. If he was going to be removing the catheter I wanted to make sure I was drugged up for the experience! Even though he had reassured me that it wasn't going to feel anything like the removal of my incision drain...I secretly didn't believe him.
He came into the room and agreed that because I had an infection and had been experiencing pain around the site of the catheter that it was time to remove it. I questioned him one more time as to whether or not it would hurt like the drain. He attempted to comfort me saying that it would not. He informed me that he never tells anyone how painful the drains are to remove otherwise no one would ever let him take them out. Those words were very reassuring (sigh) because I was beginning to think that I was just the biggest wuss in the world!
The nurse came in to remove it...snipped out the stitches, and told me to take a deep breath. At this point it was all sounding much like what they said when they removed my drain (if this is not making sense, please refer to Wednesday under "My Five Day Stay In The Hospital"). I took my deep breath, somewhat clinching the bed in expectation of sever pain as the tube was pulled from my abdomen. A slight sting was all I felt...you can imagine my relief! She then informed me that the whole in my abdomen would close up within 24 hours.
The doctor returned and instructed me to empty my bladder "often". We then proceeded to discuss how I was recovering. I BRAGGED at the fact that my stent had not really been bothering me, contrary to what I had heard about the PAIN they can cause. This is the point in which I took a massive bit of "humble pie". He proceeded to inform me that I may experience "more pain" from the stent now that I would be urinating normally.
I walked out of the office feeling like I was on cloud 9 (even though I actually threw up on the drive home and several times when I finally arrived home...but that is beside the point). When I returned home, I went pee for the first time in three weeks...whoohoo! It was a little painful, but I figured that was expected since it had been so long. I was exhausted after the big outing and from getting sick therefore I laid down for a nap. Upon waking up my whole world had suddenly changed.
I went to the bathroom again, and again, and again...each time it became more and more excruciatingly painful. I would sit on the toilet shaking in pain as my eyes would water up. I suddenly was very much AWARE of my stent! For three weeks, I had wanted nothing more than for my catheter to be removed and now I could think of nothing I wanted GREATER than to have it back in! And so the saying goes, "be careful what you wish for".
During the day I have to go to the bathroom about every 30 minutes to an hour and at night I have to set my alarm to wake me up every few hours to get up and go to the bathroom. Each time I go, the pain is agonizing, and nothing seems to take the edge off. I have two more weeks with the stent in before it is removed. I have been very humbled by this whole experience. It is ever so clear that now matter how bad something is...there is always something worse.
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