I went in for my one week follow-up with the sling doc.
Last week before leaving the hospital (one day after sling surgery) I didn't pee to the doc's satisfaction (so sue me), and he sent me home with the catheter. I tried all my persuasive powers to avoid being made to spend Christmas with a catheter, but he cut me short and coldly stated, "You're not going to talk me out of this." Ok, ok... I just wanted to see if it was negotiable. The man's no pushover.
So today I go back and got the catheter yanked. I have one word to say about
that: aaaaaahhhhhhhh....
After a little pee and ultrasound session, he sent me down to the cafeteria for lunch and a couple bottles of water, and maybe a little walking around. I'm to return when I'm ready to do some serious peeing. An hour later I go back and there's another pee and ultrasound deal and, voila! I am released on my own recognizance, sans catheter.
That was a couple hours ago. I had put a pad in my shorts after he removed the catheter, just to be on the safe side. But every time I check it, the sucker's BONE DRY!!!
Yes, I said it:
BONE DRY!!!! I'm so excited I could just about
do the splits like James Brown. But uh... maybe not just yet.