White Bird said...
With the exception of coming home from the hospital after RP, I drove myself everywhere. Fortunately no trip was over 20 minutes. The cath was uncomfortable to sit on, so I did most of my driving hitched over on one cheek. Probably shouldn't have been driving - I think there might be laws about "impaired" driving.
I drove myself to the cath pull. Could have been a problem. The cath had been in for 56 days. When it came out it took 2 pulls from the nurse - like starting an old Briggs & Stratton lawnmower. I wanted to kick and scream, but I didn't get the chance because it happened so fast. Surprisingly, the pain subsided instantly and I was able to sit in glorious bliss on a hard chair for the first time in almost 2 months. I got a glimpse of the end of the catheter - all crusted up with calcium or whatever minerals were present in my urine, making the cath tip over twice the original diameter. Yikes. Amazing what one's urinary plumbing will tolerate.
Once 40 years ago, I was close to graduating from RN school. The local big trauma/lots of gunshot wound treating ER wanted to hire me as soon as I graduated, because in their sexist old time ways they loved male RNs in the ER. Probably because lots of rough characters came in there all the time. (same in the local mental institution where occasional violent patients had to be subdued. Instead of a female nurse and a male orderly, you got both for the price of 1 with a male RN. I know thats what they were thinking when they aggressively recruited males)
So since they wanted to hire me I had a job working there at night as a "technician", but the RNs let me do lots of stuff beyond my technician job, so i was getting lots of good training for when I would soon graduate and go to work for them. One day a urologist came in to see his patient who was in the ER for not being able to pee due to a stricture. He proceeded to dilate him with curved bronze(as I remember, might have been stainless steel) rods of increasing diameter. As I was watching him, he suddenly grabbed me and said "here, you need to be doing this". As I was quite hesitant to proceed, he literally took my hands in is and guide me as I ran those tubes up this poor fellow. We RNs put in catheters routinely, but this was way beyond RN duty. I was terrified, I bet my eyes were about
to pop out of my skull. Then when we got done, he slapped me on the back and said "good job, now I expect to see you down at the Uro clinic next week going crazy!". As I stood there baffled and in shock, another male RN who actually worked there(remember, I would not even graduate from RN school for a few weeks) laughed and said to me"I think he mistook you for one of the Urology residents and figured you needed the hands on experience".
But here is why I am telling(admitting to) that crazy story: You said: "Yikes. Amazing what one's urinary plumbing will tolerate.". I felt like I was going to kill the poor guy, I was expecting screams of agony at any moment, but he never responded. He showed no signs of pain. I did not think about
it at the time, but now I am thinking that maybe the URO doc had squirted some lidocaine gel up there before I walked up to watch/help. I never even saw this done again in my 40+ year career in hospitals, so I can't say for sure if they do that, but probably. But it sure freaked me out. Good training though. After that, putting a catheter in seemed like child's play. (I took my own catheter out after RP, at home. I was a little nervous)
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