Tuesday, 31 March, 2020. Day 14 of MCO. We have faithfully complied to the lockdown (well, except yesterday I went out for a bit). I hope things will settle down. I sat down and pondered upon my uncertain future. I felt done so what is there left for me? That’s what the uncertain future meant for me. A while ago my health was an issue that was a bit scary.
On 19 of January 2020 I went for my third operation to remove the stent out of my ureter. It was placed after the last operation. It was Saturday and by late morning I was wheeled out to the OT. Everything was familiar as I’ve been through this before. People were buzzing around with little interest in me. I guess this is a common scene around here. I was transferred from one bed to another with some hand over notes between the nurses. Everything was in order and I was left at the waiting bay for a while. It was Saturday and most of the staff were leaving for the weekend as I heard goodbyes and see-yous. Someone pushed me again and said we were going in. The OT was bright and smelly of disinfectants. Oops! You should be our last, Sir! We have someone else in the schedule now. Hmmm as you are infected by some bacteria, we will have you in here last. I was pushed out and left in the corridor for the period they worked on that patient. It felt eternity being left in the alley like a pathetic homeless person. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down.
I woke up as my bed was pushed again into the room. About 5-6 people were there doing the preparation. This one guy flipped my gown over and I was exposed from the waist down. I felt cold and naked. There were people in here and my dick was a showcase. Ok! Whatever….. The doctor then nipped my dick head and blobbed it with some jelly. He poked something inside the dick and reminded me to breath in and out. Ouch! Oooouuuuu! I groaned painfully, omg the thing’s going in. At that time pain is an understatement. I gritted my teeth and hope for the world to end. So, everything, everyone including myself will be destroyed and the pain will stop. But then I felt it went through and some thing was trying to find its way out. A minute later the stent was out and shown to me as a proof. It’s supposed to give me some relief. How could I! my dick was still sore. Again, I closed my eyes and let them finish off. I finally felt relief and unstuffed. That wire was out of my system. They gave me a couple of shots to keep the bacteria away. The side effects, as they told me, would be pretty sniff. Just get it over with and let me deal with it later. It was pretty bad. I could not stand up straight and my lips felt numb all over. The skin dried up and itchiness spread to all part of the skin. The more you scratched the more you felt good until it bled. What a nightmare.
I stayed on for another 10 days to recover. The bacteria pseudomonas was finally out of my system. The urine culture gave a negative reading. I was allowed to leave.
Although the results were clear, you must remember one thing, the doctor warned me sternly, don’t get sick ! if you do come back immediately or your life will be at risk. I will take that chance because I didn’t want to stay at the hospital anymore. From that point on I knew my health is no longer as it used to be…strong and energetic. Now it is like a shield being lift off and I am exposed and vulnerable. The recovery was very slow and depressing;physically and mentally. You felt like half of a man because your dick could not function properly. And for a man his little prick is everything to him. I am hoping for a brighter future.