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despite the discomfort, the "fun" of babysitting a kilometre of catheter tubing and having to give up all that delightful hospital cuisine – it was still a wonderful experience to be home again and resting in my own bed…
 
however, my wife felt quite justified the following day when I spiked a fever close to 40C (104F), in saying "see, you had to come home a day early!". Fortunately, she was able to contact the surgeon and get an antibiotic prescription which brought things under control rather quickly and I'm so thankful I was already home and not still in hospital as I'm sure they would have then kept me through the weekend, which – as I mentioned in one of my prep posts as something to avoid – was a long holiday weekend and I'm sure another 4 days of that food…
 
on Saturday my wife removed my staples and I promptly made a mess of what was already a less than lovely scar, by splitting a one-inch stretch with a big cough. Then it was my turn for "I told you so". All week the nurses – including the one who just removed the staples – had been nagging me to practise deep breathing and coughing in order to clear the lungs following anesthetic and all week I'd been resisting since every little cough caused unparalleled pain and threatened to split my gut… which is precisely what it did! Fortunately, my swimwear collection no longer includes a thong… so the general public will never see the result 😉
 
the next major milestone was to be about 10 days later when I was scheduled to see the urologist/surgeon again to get my catheter removed and to review the pathology report from the surgery.  And speaking of catheters, the next post will be an opportune time to tackle the subject of catheters – their care and feeding…