Yesterday was another very bad day for yours truly. So I arrived at Eastbourne hospital. Urology was on the 3rd floor. I was tired after poor sleep
I took with me all my computer stuff and a very large bottle of water in another bag. I was early so I asked for directions and was told purple zone on the third floor. So I walked and walked. You would be surprised how many people asked if I was ok. I said I was fine, but I wasn’t really. The ground floor is actually the second floor. I finally came to the lifts, but two of the three lifts were out of order. The third lift said “Theatre staff only”. So it had to be the stairs. There weren’t many steps but 1/3 of the way up I came to a stand-still and could not move. Fortunately a lady came to my rescue and carried my two bags to the Urology waiting room and I was able to follow her.
I slumped down in a chair.
It was now 2.55pm, my appointment was at 3.10pm. I was bursting for a pee as I was told to arrive with a full bladder. At 3.30pm. I was called into Room 1 where there was a small fat Asian woman doctor and a tall fat English woman helper. Lots of camera stuff & syringes etc by the bench.
I was told to sit on the bench and remove my shorts and pants. It was clear that they were going to do the cystoscopy now, I thought I was booked for a cystography but I wasn’t. I said I had a full bladder was that ok. She said I could go and pee if I wanted. So I didn’t need a full bladder then. No I didn’t. So I pee’d. So I’m lying on the bench, shorts & pants around my ankles. The tall fat English woman was getting out a paper cover to go over me. I told her that wasn’t necessary, I mean what is the point?.
So she put it away.
The painkiller in the syringe was inserted you know where & was not pleasant. Then a minute or two later the huge camera was inserted, again quite uncomfortable. Looked around my bladder and I saw it on the screen. No cancer, no polyps, no stones, all normal. I dressed & she had filled my bladder with water. I then had a very, very, very painful pee.
Then I went to the waiting room as a wheelchair had been ordered, but they were busy. Had 3 more pees which were also incredibly painful. We are talking 8/10 or 9/10 on the pain scale. Peeing razor blades comes to mind. I decided I couldn’t wait for the wheelchair so I started walking. The stairs were easier going down hill. I’ve had about 20 pees since I got home, the last one only hardly worth the effort but it effing hurt. Certainly not getting easier. I doubt I was at the hospital much over an hour.
While I was there they fixed an appointment at another hospital for today. I left at 6am to go to Hastings Conquest hospital. Going to have some dye put into my bladder through my John Thomas & then getting it X ray’d. They said I was the first patient, prep at 8.15am, appointment at 9am, should leave at 9.30am & bowls at 11am to 1pm. I don’t think I will be up for bowls. Well that’s my bad day news. I hope you didn’t find it boring to read.*
I have been given a measuring jug & will have to make a note on a form of how much I drink & how much I pee 3 days before my next appointment,* *morning & night. That will be fun [not].
This is all a Parkinson’s related examination from way back.
Best wishes
Steve2