Complications
So, I've been home for approaching a week. I've had a pretty good time of the surgery, having had minimal bleeding and generally little in the way of problems. Everything changed a bit when it came to the last few days. I developed two complications. (Just a reminder that I'm going to talk about them, so you might want to not read if you're squeamish, plus the second complication involves discussions of sexuality).
The first was a straight-forwards one. The catheter had slipped sometime during my stay in hospital and it got very painful in my urinary tract and in my sphincter. Not that I knew it at the time. Instead, I knew that, when they took the catheter out, it hurt like hell. Then I couldn't go to the toilet. So, they decided to send me home with a new catheter to wait while things healed. The less said about how much pain and energy went into putting that new catheter in me, the better, but suffice to say I cried lots and exhausted the patience of the nurse specialist. Because yey...
Once the new catheter was in, it strangely didn't hurt, which was the first clue I had that something had been wrong. So I apologised to the nurse specialist and enjoyed both not being full to bursting and being in pain. I got home in the car OK, but sitting in that seat hurt a lot and by the evening, both my urinary tract and my sphincter were a screaming mess of pain. The sphincter because, in a moment of inattention, I accidentally let the bag that drains stuff pull while climbing into bed after a few hours of being at home.
I was looking forwards to a week of agony exactly as I was in hospital, but the next morning, lying in the bath, I focused on my sphincter and realised that it felt exactly like just before the moment the nurse specialist had gotten the catheter, the most painful moment, and the pressure on my bladder was the additional balloon pressing into the bottom of my bladder. So I gently pushed it up a little and... nothing changed immediately, everything was too sore, but slowly the pain receded and everything got better. Since then I've been nudging the catheter up and down as required and I've generally been quite comfortable for the last couple of days. I made sure to tape the bag up so it couldn't slip again and I also instituted a program of not sitting on the place where the line comes out my urethra, saving my lower urinary tract.
This catheter will be coming out on Monday, that is tomorrow, and I'm looking forwards to it. It'll be nice to have it gone and to be able to move properly and pee like a normal person. Hopefully I've done enough to heal up so it'll be straight-forwards tomorrow when the district nurse comes.
The second complication is... well it's humiliating, but also funny. It's one of those things with a pretty big silver lining. It's... well, after the operation, I have to dilate, which basically involves shoving a large glass device (they call it a dilator, but dildo could be more exact) into my neovaginal cavity three times a day. Generally, after the operation, no one has much in the way of sensitivity down there until time passed. However, I was sensitive from the word go and, as you can imagine, having a big glass dildo shoved up a sensitive part of your anatomy is going to provoke reactions.
The upside to this is that everything works and I know it does and this is awesome. I was worrying about having to face the possibility of no sensitivity after the operation and that will not be my fate. This is good.
The downside of this is I have to dilate three times a day, for the next two months. If I say that the first day in hospital the packing came out, I had some 15ish orgasms, then 16 on the next day, only three the day after and then 30+ on the following day, you might start to understand how enervating the whole program is (not to mention, orgasming in a hospital is a little bit wrong). It puts me in a very difficult position because if I do not dilate, I lose depth, but if I do dilate, eventually, I start to get overwhelmed, tired and clapped out and then things get a little rapey and I can't relax into the dilation and then everything goes downhill very quickly. I find it hard to talk to people and I'm just so damn tired.
It's not something I know what to do, but generally, sticking to the program and then stopping when I've had enough seems to work. The loss of depth isn't too much and the relief from feeling so much helps my erves to reset. I'm hoping my body will calm down a lot over the next few weeks. If not, well, I do not know how I'm going to get through the next month, and this could severely affect my ability to work after that.
The first was a straight-forwards one. The catheter had slipped sometime during my stay in hospital and it got very painful in my urinary tract and in my sphincter. Not that I knew it at the time. Instead, I knew that, when they took the catheter out, it hurt like hell. Then I couldn't go to the toilet. So, they decided to send me home with a new catheter to wait while things healed. The less said about how much pain and energy went into putting that new catheter in me, the better, but suffice to say I cried lots and exhausted the patience of the nurse specialist. Because yey...
Once the new catheter was in, it strangely didn't hurt, which was the first clue I had that something had been wrong. So I apologised to the nurse specialist and enjoyed both not being full to bursting and being in pain. I got home in the car OK, but sitting in that seat hurt a lot and by the evening, both my urinary tract and my sphincter were a screaming mess of pain. The sphincter because, in a moment of inattention, I accidentally let the bag that drains stuff pull while climbing into bed after a few hours of being at home.
I was looking forwards to a week of agony exactly as I was in hospital, but the next morning, lying in the bath, I focused on my sphincter and realised that it felt exactly like just before the moment the nurse specialist had gotten the catheter, the most painful moment, and the pressure on my bladder was the additional balloon pressing into the bottom of my bladder. So I gently pushed it up a little and... nothing changed immediately, everything was too sore, but slowly the pain receded and everything got better. Since then I've been nudging the catheter up and down as required and I've generally been quite comfortable for the last couple of days. I made sure to tape the bag up so it couldn't slip again and I also instituted a program of not sitting on the place where the line comes out my urethra, saving my lower urinary tract.
This catheter will be coming out on Monday, that is tomorrow, and I'm looking forwards to it. It'll be nice to have it gone and to be able to move properly and pee like a normal person. Hopefully I've done enough to heal up so it'll be straight-forwards tomorrow when the district nurse comes.
The second complication is... well it's humiliating, but also funny. It's one of those things with a pretty big silver lining. It's... well, after the operation, I have to dilate, which basically involves shoving a large glass device (they call it a dilator, but dildo could be more exact) into my neovaginal cavity three times a day. Generally, after the operation, no one has much in the way of sensitivity down there until time passed. However, I was sensitive from the word go and, as you can imagine, having a big glass dildo shoved up a sensitive part of your anatomy is going to provoke reactions.
The upside to this is that everything works and I know it does and this is awesome. I was worrying about having to face the possibility of no sensitivity after the operation and that will not be my fate. This is good.
The downside of this is I have to dilate three times a day, for the next two months. If I say that the first day in hospital the packing came out, I had some 15ish orgasms, then 16 on the next day, only three the day after and then 30+ on the following day, you might start to understand how enervating the whole program is (not to mention, orgasming in a hospital is a little bit wrong). It puts me in a very difficult position because if I do not dilate, I lose depth, but if I do dilate, eventually, I start to get overwhelmed, tired and clapped out and then things get a little rapey and I can't relax into the dilation and then everything goes downhill very quickly. I find it hard to talk to people and I'm just so damn tired.
It's not something I know what to do, but generally, sticking to the program and then stopping when I've had enough seems to work. The loss of depth isn't too much and the relief from feeling so much helps my erves to reset. I'm hoping my body will calm down a lot over the next few weeks. If not, well, I do not know how I'm going to get through the next month, and this could severely affect my ability to work after that.