Went to my urologist for a four month checkup. Nothing happened during that visit other than he was going to have his nurse setup an appointment for me with another specialist out of town. I told the doctor that my bladder is getting worse. I have to use 3 to 4 Dry 24/7 diapers a day to keep dry. He didnít say anything about it.
So Friday, his nurse called me with appointment information. While talking with her, I asked her if she would ask the doctor if I could use a Foley catheter for a while to give me a break for a little bit. The Dr. agreed and the nurse said if you can come into the office before they closed that she would put one in me and hook me to a leg bag. I told her I would be there as quickly as possible. :truck:
When I got there, she took me back to an exam room that she had all ready for me. While she was getting her gloves on and starting to open packages, I just dropped my pants, took off my soaked diaper, got a wipe out of my bag and started wiping my diaper area. Doing this while the nurse and I was just chatting. This nurse is a young nurse and very cute too. She joked about me wiping myself, she said, you donít have to worry too much about that cause I am going to use what I have to wipe you again. So I lay down on the exam table with my pants down. :tucked: She spread my legs some and put a glass measuring cup between my legs. They use them to drain the bladder into. She put the catheter in me and let it drain. Neither of us could believe how much I had in me. I told her I no longer can tell when my bladder is full; it just goes when it wants to. Once I was all drained she started to hookup the leg bag but dropped a strap in the urine. Once she got out another strap and finished, I got up and pulled up my pants. She left the room to go get me a night bag so I donít have to wear the leg bag while sleeping. While she was out, she found me an extension tube so that I could wear the leg bag down at my calf. So I dropped my pants again and she knelt down and moved the bag down my leg. She told me if I have any problems to call her and that in about 6 weeks she would take the catheter out and I would go back to my diapers.
What was so interesting to me was I didnít have a care in the world when I dropped my pants and started removing my soaked diaper. I didnít give it a second thought and she didnít have to tell me to get undressed either. When I lay down on the table she pulled the curtain so if someone walked in the room they couldnít see what was going on. I didnít even think about that when I was standing there wiping myself. Someone could have walked right in while my pants down, soaked diaper in hand, but I am now starting to get to the point that I donít care.