Today Richie had to change my catheter, we both expected it to go well just like it had done last time.
The last time I was extremely apprehensive when I tentatively asked if Richie had taken the catheter out, he answered yes and the new one is already in.
What a relief that was, it was wonderful and I guess we both were optimistic that today would be as simple as in July.
This time we were wrong and it took ages, I think we were in the bathroom for at least 2 1/2 hours before I called our doctor.
Within 10 minutes Dagmar was here, even she could not get the catheter inserted.
Richie said it is difficult removing it, apparently the area around the catheter seemed a bit inflamed, he could get the catheter into the stoma but no further.
The whole situation was starting to look hopeless I thought, and just as I wondered what the possible solution could be, Dagmar came up with a possible solution.
She made a telephone call to the local chemist and found out that they had a smaller catheter which she could go and get.
Dagmar duly went to get the catheter and on her return Richie inserted it into my bladder without any problems.
We were all extremely relieved when it was all over and especially me, hopefully next time it will be much easier again.