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Going into Hospital

Well tomorrow (Thursday 14 June) I will be admitted to hospital for surgery on Friday.  

I call this maintenance surgery because for the past 5 years i have been going in for botox injections in the bladder.   I usually have it every 6 months but it's been decided that it would be best to have it every 4 months.

The reason i have botox is to stop bladder from leaking in-between the catheters i do and help with the bladder spasms.  

Every 6 months worked very well but for the past year i was getting to the 4 month stage and the leaks had started to return earlier than normal.

It's also a huge thing for me to be admitted.  People keep telling me, oh you be so used to it now it won't bother you going in.   That is so for from the truth.

This procedure is usually done as a day patient and can be done under a local anaesthetic.   For me that is not an option.

Because of my anxiety that would be just too much for me to cope with so when i first started having this procedure it was agreed it would be in my best interests to be an inpatient for a few days.

However being an inpatient comes with other issues, all my other health issues.   There is my diabetes to manage which can be complicated,  all of my medication i take which there is lots and also the issue with my stoma care.

Because of bad experiences in the past whilst in hospital (which i will cover in my blog at some stage) i find communicating with nurses extremely difficult and worried that i will be judged because of the help i need.

I know that because of things that happened in the past should not even be an issue today.  After all they are nurses, and their job is to care and help their patients.

Luckily I have been going on the same ward every time i have this done,  and have to go know the staff over the years and they know my requirements.   They also make sure where possible I have my own cubicle.   As i don't feel as uncomfortable asking the nurses for the help i need.

I will do being a daily blog during my stay.







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