So, here is my update for the day.
Today I went to the follow-up appointment with the surgeons who performed the hysterectomy. I was checked in by a nurse, and then put into an exam room. About 15 minutes later, the same nurse came back in and said that she was going to take my catheter out. Neither surgeon came in to see me. They had no idea that I had spent the previous day in the ER of a different hospital. They had no idea that I was suffering from a bladder infection and even more pain. They didn't even bother to ask how I was doing.
I told the nurse that I wanted to speak with the doctor before we did anything. She moved me to a different room, and after some time, the reconstructive surgeon came in to see me. I explained my trip to the ER, my pain, and my concerns about being able to go to the bathroom after the catheter came out. The doctor responded that he wished I hadn't gone to the ER, b/c the ER doctors are not specialists, and they have no idea when it comes to catheters, raised white blood cell counts in urine, and the resulting bladder spasms. I declined to point out that I first called his office to let them know what was going on BEFORE the trip to the ER, but nobody called me back. He said that I did not in fact have an infection. That the pos result was only pos because I had a catheter in me, and that causes infection-like results. To put it mildly, I did not believe him, nor did I like how he was speaking to me. I went to the ER because I was in horrible pain. What else was I supposed to do? The dr said that he was going to check into all the problems and errors made at the hospital, and that he was sorry I had to go through that. My OB was in the room the entire time, and had very little to say. He looked sheepish and uncomfortable. I think he felt bad, but didn't know quite what to say. The other dr. was more of the PR guy, and seemed mostly interested in covering the hospital's ass.
I asked what would happen if the cath was removed and I couldn't pee, and he said that they would reverse cath me first, and make sure I could expel the fluid before they sent me home. I was told that the chance of me not being able to go after that was slim to none, but if it happened, I was to go to the ER again to be cathed. (Like I haven't been cathed enough already).
Fluid was put into my bladder, cath was removed, and I was able to urinate. Success!
I was sent on my merry way with instructions to follow up in 6 weeks.
Keith and I headed directly to the Cleve Clinic for my urology appointment that I was instructed to make during my ER visit on Wednesday.
By the time we got there, checked in, and sat down in the waiting room, I was in terrible pain. Again. And I had to pee. I got up from my wheelchair and walked to the bathroom, where I sat for 10 minutes, trying to pee. And I couldn't. Simply taking the cath out had made me swell up again, and I was unable to pass any urine.
I tried once more in the waiting room, and 3 times after I went back to the exam room. After filling the urologist in on everything that had happened since Monday, we decided the best thing to do would be to teach me how to self-cath so that I wouldn't have to go to the ER every time I couldn't void, and I would be able to keep the cath out of me constantly so my bladder and urethra could heal. By the time the teaching nurse made it to our room to instruct me on self-cathing, I REALLY had to pee. I had to pee so badly, I felt sick from the pain. My earlier pain was magnified by 10, at least.
The nurse decided she would cath me to give me relief, and then teach me how to do it myself. She couldn't even pass the cath into me b/c I was so raw, tender, and swollen. And when she tried, I SCREAMED. I'm NOT a sissy or wimp when it comes to pain, but my reaction was involuntary from the sheer pain that I was feeling. It felt like somebody was stabbing me repeatedly and ripping a knife through my vagina. I lost it. The nurse felt awful and ran to get the doctor to cath me herself. She kept apologizing, saying "you poor thing. They really did some major trauma to you with catheters, didn't they?"
When I stopped hyperventilating, the doctor gave the cath a go, and was able to get it in, although I still sobbed and screamed the whole time. It felt like I was being ripped in half. The nurse and doctor were definitely rattled.
The doctor decided that because of all the damage done to me, I would have to keep the cath in for 2 weeks while I gave my body a chance to heal. Only then would she be able to do the tests necessary to determine the level of damage done to me by the metro nurses.
So, That is where I'm at now. More pain meds. An uncomfortable catheter in me that I have to keep for a few more weeks, minimum. After I heal enough, I have to get a cytoscopy done (camera in bladder) and a bunch of other tests to check the function and repairs necessary to get my urinary system back on track.
Till then, I have to rest, keep the catheter clean, and let my body do its job.