Here’s my NHS story and not a pleasant one.
I was a fit active man aged 67 when I first noticed pain when I passed urine. Gradually, this got worse and I was diagnosed with a swollen prostate. No problem, tamsulosin stopped the pain and I went back to a normal urine flow. That lasted just over a year.
For a few weeks before my bladder finally closed I noticed I was putting on weight, getting flabby around the waist, chest and my face. Then one night the pain came back with a vengeance, the screaming sort of pain. The problem as I later found out was not that I had a swollen prostate, but that it had closed completely and my stomach began to swell like a balloon. I managed to last till morning and then called 999 who told me that as I could still stand up I wasn’t an emergency! I managed to find a neighbour who took me to a large University hospital in the midlands twenty miles away.
I didn’t get through A&E, they knew what it was and I went straight onto an observation ward where I had my first catheter fitted and drained something like two night bags of blood and urine from my bladder. Instant relief. They kept me in overnight, but by morning I was passing blood, had a temperature and my kidneys were failing. I ended up on a specialist ward for a week.
Emergency over I was discharged with a catheter (16F) and told I had to come back soon for a cystoscopy. Two weeks later I got a nice letter from the NHS telling my it wouldn’t hurt and that I would experience only a little ‘discomfort’ and would get a local anaesthetic. For those of you waiting for this procedure insist on a spinal injection or ketamine because it is agonising torture and I chose my words carefully there. I held my hand over my mouth and screamed for two to three minutes before I told them to stop hurting me. The only ‘anaesthetic’ I got was a nurse telling me to breathe deeply and relax. Think of having the catheter put in and multiply the pain by ten!
The recommended catheter change I’m told is two to three months. Yet because of the blood clots and gunge from my kidney failure remaining in my bladder, mine is changed every two to three weeks and I can tell the tube is getting clogged up by the stages of pain I go through leading up to it not working again.
I’m on the waiting list for a TURP operation which is not considered urgent. Here’s the problem which I’m trying to get through to seemingly deaf consultant ears. My elderly father died over twenty years ago of kidney failure. My twin brother has been on a dialysis machine for six years – kidney failure. Genetics? I wonder how long my kidneys can take this abuse and I don’t want to end up like my twin brother on a dialsis machine for life when a simple emergency TURP operation could prevent that.
I’m one of life’s forunates who rarely become ill so hospitals are alien to me, but I was shocked by the state of the NHS. If it’s an emergency they’re good, but once the emergency is over you’re quickly shown the door and left to it. Fortunately, I have a good GP and she told me not to bother with the district nurses, but to go to the urology department when the tube gets clogged up again in a few weeks where I can speak to a specialist urologist and keep hammering home that it’s an emergency because otherwise they’ll just treat it like a swollen prostate and I’ll wait forevever for an operation. Here’s hoping my kidneys don’t fail completely before then!