I went on my merry way to work one summers day in 2013 and grabbed my litre bottle of squash.
Little did I know, that day would change my life forever.
Throughout the day I drank my squash but until nearly it was time to go home that I thought oh ouchy that hurts. My bladder was so full I had tried to go for a wee a few times that day but to no avail.
I got home at 5ish and said to my Mum that I was in so much pain and couldn’t wee for the life of me. So we phoned the Dr’s who said go to the minor injuries unit and they’ll see to you there.
I stood the whole time I was waiting as sitting down was just too painful.
Eventually they got a catheter in and drained a litre and a half. The bladder is only supposed to hold 400/500 mls.
So for a few weeks they said to keep the catheter in with a leg bag on and they’d arrange a scan. My Drs said to come in and have it out after about a week to see if I could wee again. I did a bit so they said still go for your scan. So that’s what I did.
I had to drink on the day of my scan a considerable amount and they wanted to see a full bladder then scan again once on emptying. Trouble is, my bladder went into retention and again I couldn’t pee.
So life for about 5 months were wearing a urethral catheter with leg bags attached. At the age of 28 I felt old before my time.
I went to the clinic on a fortnightly basis to trial without catheter. There were old men there with prostate trouble and then little me drinking a jug of water. Hoping to wee looking out of place. It didn’t matter how much I drunk I still couldn’t wee a drop on my own without some catheter.
So the next step was a supra pubic catheter, a SPC for short. Which is a small procedure where they make an incision on your tummy and insert a tube into it and feed it to the bladder, then you will have a flip flo on there where you can open and shut it when you need a wee. This happened in December of 2013.
It was the bane of my life. I had so many infections with it, some that were that serious I was sent into hospital for very strong antibiotics, observation and a drip of fluids.
My lovely consultant said we can’t have you being like this at your age, it’s just not fair. So he sent me to see a specialist.
Next week I’ll be talking all things surgery.
Hope you’ll come back to read the next part my story.
Thanks for taking the time to read this one, wanted to get in as much as possible.