A better day today. Still not perfect, but better.
Friday and Saturday nights, the first two nights without the catheter, I slept in the full Depends diapers not knowing what may happen. Last night, I took a chance and just used the guard in my underwear, and things were just fine.
I can tell that I can stand a little more quickly and a little more confidently each time I try. Most of the time, I can do it without any leakage which is a good thing. In fact, I felt confident enough this afternoon to go for a little walk up and down my cul-de-sac (two laps). Nothing happened.
I do want to become more and more active as time goes on. I actually think that it will help train my bladder to expect certain kinds of movements (steps, walking, standing, sitting, getting into/out of a vehicle, etc.) and it will learn to compensate for each over time and with repetition.
If it weren’t for these small signs of progress, I would be quite depressed right now.
While getting the catheter removed was a great step forward physically, I don’t think I was expecting the psychological kick in the pants that came with the new adventure of incontinence.
Even with the catheter for ten days, I felt as though I was making forward progress with my recovery each day. Now, it feels as though I’ve been pushed back on my recovery at least a week, and that I’m almost starting from scratch. I know that’s not the case, but emotionally, it’s been an unexpected setback.
I know that things will continue to improve with each day, and as long as they do, I should get back on emotional track.
A friend from work stopped by for lunch today, and another friend will be bringing dinner by for me this evening.
I’ve yet to try to drive, and I don’t think that I’ll give it a try until the middle or end of this week. We’ll see how confident I feel about being away from home for any extended period of time (and an hour or so would be an extended period of time for me right now).