27 July 2010

Since I last wrote, life continues to be interesting.

The in-situ foley catheter (I think is the term) has gone and I had a brief period of TWOC – no, not ‘taking without consent’, as I believe is the vernacular for joy-riding, but ‘trial without catheter’. And a trial it was. I was hoping against hope that my ability to pee would miraculously return, but that would truly have been the triumph of hope over expectation. All that happened was that my bladder filled, as I drank the prescribed litre of cold water and a hot drink (medium latte, since you ask), but not so much as a drip from the other end.

On the plus side, I still have control over my bladder. I haven’t regressed to childhood, I don’t wet the bed or suffer the indignity of finding myself with warm damp trousers.
Actually, there is no negative, besides having to remember to take catheters with me – which is a mild impediment to spontaneity. Otherwise, I can now pee when I please. So long as I can find somewhere convenient to dispose of the waste, that is.

So the wonderful urology nurse showed me how to self-catheterise (remarkably easy) and arranged for a supply to be delivered to me. It just occurred to me as to whether more people have seen my penis for professional reasons (no, not that profession) or for fun. I’ve lost count, on both scores, but it may be a close-run thing.

On the even more plus side, my sex life seems to have greater possibilities since the foley catheter was removed. Although I was told by the MS nurse that I could indulge in intercourse with it in, I didn’t. I did try to masturbate, but found that it produced a degree of blood in the collection bag and no orgasm. So, whilst it was an interesting experience, even enjoyable, it wasn’t great. Now though, since self-catheterising, I seem to have less trouble getting and maintaining an erection, even when wearing a condom.

All in all, I continue to be a happy bunny!