I went in to the clinic to get the Foley removed on Tuesday. They took it out and then I was "on the clock" to pee. I sat there drinking a liter of water and waiting to have to go pee. They gave me a "hat" so I could measure the amount that I peed. After about an hour I tried to go. I tried to relax, and of course the doctor comes to the door "Ma'am are you still in there?" Yes. Of course she says, "Take your time!" Then not 3 minutes later someone else knocks and tries the door. I cannot perform under such conditions. I managed to eek out a literal spot of urine. I was near tears.
The doctor came back into the room and I tried to tell her that it may be in my head and that I just can't pee with people knocking on the door etc. She gave me a plastic grocery bag to put the "hat" in and told me I had until 3pm to pee and get back to the clinic for them to see if I had residual. What a relief.
Cody and I went over to Midtown (a little plaza place where there is a bowling alley, food place, movie theater and it's attached to the gym.) There is never a lot of people in the bathrooms there, so I went there and was able to pee. I managed 300ml. We headed straight back to the clinic and they straight cathed me and got out a residual of 140ml. Ideal is of course less than 50ml, but the cut-off was 150ml so I passed that...barely. I was released back into my natural habitat without a catheter. Yay!
I was exhausted and took a nap and woke with a horrible pain right over my bladder. I slowly made it to the bathroom and peed. It came out slowly and with much coaxing, but it came out and the pain went away. It was almost like a spasm of sorts. My bladder was and still is pretty sore.
The next day I was really sore and wore out. The walking at the hospital and to midtown did me in. I'm only two weeks out and really need to take it slowly. It's hard to make your mind to let you rest. There is always so much that needs to be done all the time around here.
Today, Thursday, I walked the boys to the end of the street to catch the bus this morning. I could feel my belly swelling up some. There wasn't much pain, but comfortableness. I walk extremely slowly as well. I got back to the house and went to the bathroom and found that I was spotting a wee bit, so that means I'm likely doing a bit too much. I'll have to slowly build up to walking longer distances.
Today I was having trouble having a bm and realized that I do indeed have a rectocele. I did not get any of those type of repairs done because my doctor was too afraid of doing anything vaginally because of my Cauda Equina and the chance of another rupture. She was afraid that me being in the required position would put too much pressure on my back and it would cause another rupture. Ugh. She came to this conclusion from consulting (emailing) a neurosurgeon friend of hers. He has not seen my MRI or X-Rays and actually doesn't know much of my history, but hey; better safe than sorry. There isn't a neurologist here that would have been able to do anything for me if something did happen. So that just means that later on, I'll likely end up with another surgery if the symptoms get worse. As for now, it's annoying but not too bad. I did the whole stinting thing and it worked. I hate that my body feels like it's falling apart.
I have no definitive proof that Cauda Equina caused my prolapse and other pelvic problems, but I believe that it hastened them. I probably would have had these issues anyway, but months of being numb and having no muscle control in my pelvic region HAD to have forced the prolapses to be accelerated.
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