You have ONE body, and although we have treatments, we have new organs being developed and Kidney transplants, they all have ONE thing in common. It is only ourselves and our reflections who judge us so deeply as we feel they do please do remember that possibly semi-important info.īut the point here is, and sorry for rambling. In fact, I find it quite freeing to have a catheter and have gotten used to being the girl with the catheter.Įven though I am the only one who thinks of me like that any more. I am in NO way WHATSOEVER implying it is. But believe me, it does.īecause with even as much encouragement as we can get, that doesn’t change the fact that whether you have an indwelling or intermittent catheter, suprapubic or Foley, you HAVE a catheter. Now you may not think that had anything to do with this article. A vague memory of my heart rate and temp being deemed too dangerous to send me home as I listened to two nurses chat outside my cubicle curtain. The shivers from my fever making me believe I was so freezing cold I thought I would surely die. A nice but seemingly emotionally distant nurse came round to do my ECG.Īnd then …. It was dark but a few lights were on at the nurse’s station I think. I had a drip in and I don’t remember much apart from one scene that plays in my head. I ended up spending one whole night in the majors’ ward next to resuss. I hadn’t even noticed she was talking to me. I remember my partner at the time prompting me to reply as the nurse chatted to me, determining my name and age and what was wrong with me as we strolled through the corridor into the bedded area of the A&E ward. I knew where I was but nothing made sense. I remember walking in the majors A&E ward finally, stumbling and missing all pointer cues of where I was meant to go as if I was a zombie. They sent a taxi out to me because of the lack of ambulances and after a semi-lengthy wait in A&E from what I remember, being that all I really remember was peeing on the chairs of the waiting room in the hospital because my (now EX) partner loved to take the mickey out of me for that. My temperature spiked and I called the hospital because I knew deep down, my gut feeling was right. Until my fever kicked in later that night.
So planning on reordering the liquid antibiotics I carried on with life. Now at that point, I couldn’t swallow pills without choking. The pills, unfortunately, and quite obviously being that I have called them pills, were in a pill form. I started to come down with a bladder infection and saw a GP, which resulted in me being given antibiotics for a UTI. I never really had any bad health problems until I left home, unfortunately, it all went downhill from there. Storytime.īack up a few years and I had moved away from home. Although first of all, I would like to let you know that I want this article to be positively working towards reducing the stigma that is focused around young people, young women, and the unexpected results of using a catheter.
So the story really begins since I came home.