“Tick, tick,tick…” I thought I heard ticking, all this long, quasie painful medically drenched week but could not quite focus of the tickings origin, I am still not sure but I am getting closer and closer. I would have written sooner but by the end of each day I was so tired or freaked all I could do was zone out in front of the tube and weight for sleep time.
I finally had the urology test on Wednesday up at the University Medical Center, not from /rehabilitation where I have been spending a lot of time in the last 18 or so months.
Dianne has come along with me, at my request, I am so glad she did. Dianne was my protector, Dianne knew the questions to ask and how to answer the other questions or least, to nudge me on where I would get too spooked at something and “go tharn” and answer for me
The tests, Urology ran on me took almost two hours and we think I was catheterized six times!!. That is a lot for me—then we also got the added bonus of having a cystocospy right then and there in the room where I was having my uro-dynamic testing. From what the guys explained this was a good thing, because if I were to have the cystocospy, it would have to be scheduled and everything which equals more waiting-so we got it done then. The event was quite a show: a camera is driven up the urethra and looks all round the inside of the urethra and bladder. It was pretty read in there which could have something to do with the amount of blood and other stuff which have been cluttering up my urine of late. I had been working all day with Colleen a PRN but all the sudden Dr Myer, the head Dic Doc, of this little universe was summoned, a bearded , youngish, white coated little gnome, fastidious but in a good way. I could tell this guy was smart and if anyone could help me through the euthreo-straights, DR Myer could do the job. DR M., was serious but hopeful in just the right amounts. He did not like the red areas inside the bladder and wanted a biopsy done “soon” does not have to be done today but “soon”, his big eyes magnified by the giant lenses riding his nose bore the importance of his sentence straight into my heart.
The cathing has become easier, smother almost painfree, the doc wrote a scipt for something to settle down spasmodic bladder which I have had for the past week and a half—I tgink I’ll be able to get back to work Monday. Mind you, I still hate cathing but it is getting better…this morning the phone rang and it was Colleen the PRN called ( on a Saturday my mind screamed in the back of my head”. Colleen was calling on a Saturday morning not to worry me but to let me know the pathologist has written a note on the bottom of my cytology report- the Path saw a few things which disturbed him and felt it should be checked out, soon as possible. Then I heard it ‘tick, tick tick…” There is a time bomb out there and it ticking and it just got thrown into my court—now what do I do with it?!!!!
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