So long, Sancho Panza. I’m finally free of the urinary catheters that I’ve been hooked up to and that have been my constant sidekicks for the last eight months. I had been able to exercise quite hard with them, but they were exasperating annoyances.
A week ago, I had
TURP surgery (Trans-Urethral Recission of the Prostate), and was in hospital
for three nights recuperating. The
hospital staff were all great, and they made the bedrest time very pleasant. When the catheter was removed, three days
after surgery, and I could freely pee again, I was discharged. After five or six days, my urine was free of
visible blood. And, I’ve never felt any
pain the entire time.
It is so wonderful to
at last be able to just jump into a pair of pants without the intricate hassle
of rigging the catheter and tubes. I no
longer have to be super-careful about all my movements, lest I snag the tube.
Again, just like my
preparation for my cataract surgery in November, I’m glad I waited until I was
physically fit before opting for an operation that would force me to rest and
be inactive for a while post-op. My long
routine of stair climbing with dumbbells made it so that now, with enforced
rest, I still feel quite fit.
I will have a
follow-up with my urologist in ten days, and he will advise me on when I can
start exercising again and at what intensity.
I can hardly wait. To stop moving
is to stagnate. Excelsior!
-Zenwind.
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