Having just returned from hospital minus a prostate gland which proved malignant but contained, I think in my recuperating period of about a month, I will visit the blog more often. The laparascopic (keyhole) surgery went to plan on Wednesday 9th Dec in Royal County, Winchester (where else?)
I would have liked to have seen and maybe shown you the awkward little bastard, but maybe I should have asked the surgeon first. Apparently it's about the size of a conker with a hole through, as if for the string, but actually rings the urethra.
So now I have a bag attached to my leg which collects my wee wee and needs emptying at a rate of a hundred times a day it seems like. This will be in place until Christmas, when my main present is to have it removed together with the tube up my willy draining my bladder. Too much info maybe.
For a week prior to going in for the op, I was instructed by a delicious young Nigerian physio on how to exercise my pelvic floor muscles. Now bear in mind that these are the same muscles a chap uses to stimulate an erection, so while I was trying them out opposite this chick who insisted on looking at my crotch during the trial, it was an odd experience - but I managed.
Over 24 hours at home, certain occurances make me think there is a niche market for the aftermath of this op or any others where a bag is necessary. More later.....
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