I really want to continue my discussions with my brother but I’m sidetracked by this body. As I was sharing the joy of conversation and Scotch with my great friend Matthew Del Nevo, I realised I was leaking – swimming in wee again. yesterday my suprapubic catheter had accidentally been pulled out and today was reinserted by the urology doctors. But with the consequent removal of my urethral catheter (you might remember I was doublebarrelled for a while), I have tonight returned to the joy of bedwetting.
I should note at this point that one of the extraordinary talents of nurses is not only to wash you in bed but to change the sheets. Try that one at home, with a 92K lug in the bed, and see how you go.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Part of my trip to urology involved a urodynamics test (another test you may not want to know about but if you do click here). Apparently my bladder is reflexively spasming, and the solution is to inject a nerve block into the bladder. I go in for a minor operation on Thursday and hopefully should become a dry sleeper. Pray for me (or, Dan, light a candle!).