My arrival time for being at MUSC was 6:30am. I live over 2 hours away from MUSC and hired a new driver service for this trip. Meaning we got our day started around 4, earlier to get dressed and stuff. I was scheduled for a Cystoscopy, biopsies, and urethral dilation to help determine what is going on with my bladder and why it has stopped functioning correctly.
The good news is that all of this was accomplished under anesthesia; if you have ever been told you need to be dilated, don’t allow them to do it without sedation- Trust me! The timing was impeccable, like a well oiled machine. Quick change and wipe down, followed by consults with the urology resident, and anesthesiologist. I met my doctor in the operating room and he was exactly as I remembered him to be, caring, detail oriented , and ready to figure out my lovely, stupid bladder. For more details about my “stupid bladder,” click on the link.
I was quickly asleep (the way I like it!) and my wonderful doctor examined my bladder and urethra. Biopsies were taken and I was dilated to a 30 French, and a foley catheter was placed (surprise)!
The doctor shared his results with my wonderful friend, Yvonne, who made the trip with me. I also appreciated that the doctor’s notes were already in MyChart when I checked on the way home. He is addressing my bladder as “floppy.” It is one form of neurogenic bladder dysfunction. I am intrigued to find out more information from the doctor when I have my follow up. It could be from diabetes or neurological issues (and we all know i have plenty of those).
It looks like my floppy bladder and I are going to continue to bond over self-catherization. I am glad that I have gotten past the learning curve for this process. Now, I just need a little good luck when ordering the catheters, as they seem to get lost in the mail and everyone points a finger at someone else. More supplies to keep track of and ensure I don’t run out.
Not sure exactly what the future holds for this uncooperative, floppy bladder. I am eager to figure it out so that I can accept what needs to be done and move on. It’s the waiting that bothers me. Well that, and the fear of running over my foley again!
