I need a foot rest

This is what I can currently see, although not at this exact moment obviously, on the back of the toilet door when I use the facilities.

This raises two points –

1)  No we don’t have this on the back of the toilet door at home.  I am indeed currently in the Royal on an extremely last minute package deal.  By the time I’d been informed that I needed to be in around 12 noon I had an hour and three quarters to get there after I’d; arranged for someone to take me as B was in bed, pack clothes, pack toiletries, pack knitting, netbook, phone and chargers, put some washing in, take Bud for a wander in the wood (I did this first – got to get your priorities right) and have a quick hose down.  I’d said I’d be in about four but apparently that was too late and the Bed Allocation Team would put someone else in it –  in my bed!!!!!

So I  laid claim to my bed, apparently it’s been really hectic and a fellow patient, I’ve met on the ward three times before, said that the bed next to mine had been empty between patients last week for a whole half hour.  I still don’t know if I’ll be able to do the peritoneal dialysis (PD) whilst having the DT-PACE chemotherapy or whether it will be back to the haemodialysis.

2)  I don’t know about you but if I put my elbows on my knees my back isn’t that upright!  And now more than ever it’s sooooooooooooo important to be regular in the bowel department.  Apparently being constipated can cause all sorts of issues with the PD – the bowel pinching the dialysis fluid and even the curly coiled end of the catheter can flip up out of position and may need ‘help’ to get back into position if it can’t do it itself!  I don’t know the specifics of the ‘help’ but I do know I’m taking the Senakot tablets regularly since I proudly announced during training last week that since changing from codeine to Tramadol I go once a day nearly every day and discovered that they like you to go twice.

Well I have to go, I’ve got to go and see how close I can get to the correct position.

8 responses to “I need a foot rest

  1. Practice, practice, practice!

  2. I am squinting at the screen and I can’t read the words… but from all those arrows, it looks as if you are supposed to rock backwards and forwards. Blimey – it’s like giving birth!

  3. It says you have to “bulge out your abdomen.” What if it’s already bulged out?! :o/

  4. It appears that for the last 60 years that I have not been performing this daily duty correctly! How did I ever make it this long without being totally misshapen? A foot stool? Bulging and rocking? I am surprized to see that they don’t specify breathing and room lighting for the complete optimal experience! And are we supposed to carry a portable stool when traveling? Did they specify the correct dismount proceedure? Life just got complicated as I really believed that I had this activity under control. So much to remember……..at my age probably should print out the instructions and take them with me.

  5. Laughing so hard I can’t type!!!

  6. Paula, you are priceless! Who knew we’ve all been doing this procedure incorrectly for so many decades? I stand (or I mean sit) corrected!

  7. I am always learning something new when I sit at the feet of the guru, but now I realize I should have provided him (or in this case, you) with a stool for the stool? You make me laugh, Paula, and I thank you for that! Will be following your Royal adventures closely (but not too!) and intending that all is going well, for the highest and best good of all concerned, so be it and so it is! Whoooooooo!

  8. I had a total knee reconstruction in 1972 in the days before orthoscopy. It was then major surgery and I would be in the hospital for a week. The day after the operation two of my brothers appeared, to honor a pledge to help me to the bathroom because I refused to use the bedpan. (The pain drugs in those days were worthless.) Joe swung my casted leg over the side as kevin pulled me up on my good foot. When Joe lowered the cast to the floor I passed out, they said for 20 minutes, but I think it was five or ten seconds. I came to, a brother under each arm, sweat soaking through the stupid ‘flasher’ johnny, half sitting on the bed. My laconic brothers had seen me unconscious before, so Kevin said take a breath and we’ll hoist you back in the bed. I said, “No way, I’m not using that thing, get me into the toilet.” After the mission was accomplished they had me almost back in the bed when my nurse came in. She looked at my sweat soaked Johnny and my pasty white coloring and asked, “what the he.. is going on here?” When Joe explained, “he refuses to use the bedpan,” she looked at us for a minute, ruminating, and then said, ” come back same time tomorrow,” and left my room.
    Witnessing this frank and open discussion has been liberating for me! Next time I’m in, god help those poor nurses….

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