Another visit to A&E

If you confuse your TWOC and your TURP are you a twurp? When I wrote about my first ever stay in hospital (for a TURP) I was expecting to return a couple of weeks later for another TWOC. Things didn’t quite work out like that. It has become time to introduce you to some new words – acute pyelonephritis, hydroureter, hydronephrosis and pseudomonas – and I might even tell you what they mean. Continue reading “Another visit to A&E”

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Post-TURP, not out of the woods yet

In my last post I left you hanging – I had just been returned to the ward. Had the TURP worked? Would I sleep? Would I be discharged on Saturday? Would I be able to pee? Would I be able to not pee? I was obviously hoping for a good string of ‘yeses’. Continue reading “Post-TURP, not out of the woods yet”

Good to go

I was ready to go through into the operating centre. It was weird being able to see my legs but to be unable to do any thing with them. Later on I watched as a nurse lifted my leg but if I hadn’t been looking I wouldn’t have known it was happening. Anyway I was wheeled into theatre where my Urologist  was waiting and I was slid across onto the operating table.

What music would I like to listen to? I said that I would normally go to the cabinet and pull a CD out but Adiemus would be good. It took some time to find it on the Internet. When it (the TURP) was all done the Urologist  said she enjoyed it and she would play it for the next patient. Continue reading “Good to go”

TURP-en-time

So it’s happened – my first experience of hospital as an inpatient. Although I have seen quite a lot of hospitals over the past few years it has always been as an outpatient or a “quick” in and out at A&E.

This time it was for the long awaited/dreaded TURP – a word to make any male wince. Even my long retired GP said “it’s a bit bloody” before telling us about the heart valve he had just had inserted through his groin. Continue reading “TURP-en-time”

Two weeks to go (and dogs)

Following my listing for a TURP I got a letter asking me to go for a Pre-Op Assessment. Where I had to go was not entirely clear – it mentioned a Pre-Op Assessment and it mentioned Urology so I headed to the Urology wards. “No we don’t do Pre-Op Assessments here, you need to go the old building. My colleague will show you the way“. So off down a series of corridors across a bridge between building, down more corridors and eventually into a small waiting room. Continue reading “Two weeks to go (and dogs)”

TWOC’d and Sky-boshed

The other day I was looking at a letter from my consultant that started “I saw this 71 year old gentleman . . .” and thought I wonder who he is talking about. Anyway it looks as if I am going to add another “-ology” to my list of consultants. A week or so ago I went to Ward 12C (Urology) to be TWOC’d. It is in the hospital’s newer building built on what used to be Wycombe Wanderers football ground (they have gone off to the end of an industrial estate at the edge of town). I was shown into a day room with a balcony overlooking, well, a sort of triangular courtyard and walls with spikes on to keep the pigeons off. Unlike previous hospital visits I didn’t get weighed or measured or checked to see that I still had a pulse.
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Misunderstandings

Misunderstandings

Some people just don’t understand. If you have a dog on a long  lead it can be ten foot in front of you or ten foot behind you or even ten foot to the side of you. Its limit is a circle with you at the centre.

I was out with our dog and a woman was walking along the road on the other side with a dog on an extendable lead. Now if you have any sense you lock it in its shortest position when you are walking along the road but I could see that the dog was some way in front of her and able to go to the full length of the lead. When it saw us it immediately ran across the road towards us. Fortunately there were no cars around otherwise it would have been a splatted dog (and probably a rather upset car driver)! The comment from the dog owner was “That is the trouble with these things” as if she had no ability to keep her dog on a short lead when on a road and had forgotten that she was responsible for her dog’s safety. My reaction was “Stupid person” (well actually “Stupid woman” but that is a phrase than can get you into trouble). Continue reading “Misunderstandings”