September 29th post-op

I woke up on this morning to a wet bed.  My bag leaked again.  I was getting a little bit frustrated and thoughts were going through my mind such as; I hope I have done the right thing and OMG this is done and it is for the rest of my life.  I just kept thinking about the fact that I no longer had a bladder.  I thought that I was mentally prepared with this but I still had some issues about it.  I don't  care how mentally prepared a person thinks they are, they arn't!!  I am at peace with my decision but it makes me think  of certain people who I have talked with that one day say they want to do this and then the next day they don't want to or they want to have the inside pouch made but maybe they want the external pouch like I got. That person is not ready!! So if you know someone like that and they go ahead and schedule the surgery then you need to try to stop them until they have really thought about it and this has been something they just know that they want.  I had a male nurse who came in and changed out my leaking pouch.  He did the best job with it.  It didn't leak at all that night/or did it?
SEPTEMBER 30

  Well, I woke up again in a mess of wetness.  It was cold in the room so I was just shivering.  After getting cleaned up and getting my bed clean again the nurse came to look at the pouch he had put on.  We could not find a leak in the pouch.  We simply could not figure out where the wetness came from and we never did.  All I did today was watch some tv and sleep on and off.  I read some too.  That reminds me, I left my people magazine and my Reader's Digest in a drawer of the table I was using.  Darn!! I wasn't finished with them. Oh, Well!!  I got up and walked a couple of times.  I have had some lower back pain on this day.  They decided to change up my medicine.  They gave me Dilludid every 6 hours and Percoset every 2 hours. I remember that I was so ready to be at home and in my own bed.