My Uneventful Appointment & Other Things

I was asked by Nicole Lyrette to write about this venture, so blame her that there is NOTHING to talk about.

I went to have a followup with the surgeon who removed the stone from me. As expected; he was friendly yet professional. I will have regular contact with him for the next two or so years, so I do not have to worry about a second rodeo.

There you are, Nicole: I hope you are fucking happy. Because of you, I have wasted everyone’s time for ten minuets.

ANYWAY!

Now I will talk about why I do not like coming home!

It really comes down to how no matter how my family tries, this house is far from accessible. I cannot get what I want when I want it, and that makes me sad. My room/apartment is set up exactly how I want it and I can reach everywhere.

My family tried to make this situation usable, and it is as good as anyone could make a one hundred year old home work. I have just out grown this.

Guess what? I made it through an update without cursing the government in some way!

Issues around school and accommodations.

It is not a secret: I got accepted to Mohawk College for Urban Design starting in September. I got a scholarship and thumbs up from the program head for my disability. I have been working tirelessly on trying to get my head back “in the game” and trying to prove to everyone around me that I can and WILL do this.

Now, the issues are piling in.

The recovery time is such that IF EVERYTHING GOES WELL, I’ll be good to start school on the start day. Any hiccup, however, will halt everything. My surgeon is in Kitchener, my GP is in Cambridge, and my family is, well, here. SCHOOL IS A WHOLE HOUR ON A GOOD DAY AWAY, HOWEVER.

The other concern is around diet. I am not a vegetarian, but I eat a diet damn close to being one. I eat all organic food and I avoid things that are “Not Good” for me. Have you seen a college dorm? The food nearby is fucking deplorable.

Though it is just speculation, my current diet seems to be what is aiding my recovery and growth. Giving that up now is raising some eyebrows.

What it comes down to is that I am a twenty-six year old male, and I need to just get on with life.

I have major issues with people being placed in a bubble and kept away from everything with the assumption that things will get better and not doing that will make things worse. People need to live a life. People need to fuck up. People need to get hurt, very hurt, life-threateningly hurt, to learn sometimes. I am no longer saying this with a juvenile outlook on things, I am saying this as someone who has almost died three times and did not. I am saying this as an adult-like person. I am saying this from a wheelchair that I cannot life myself out of.

Is my word law? Hell no. Do I still want some decisions made for me? Fuck yes. I, however, want to make some, as well. I have a brain. I have plans. I cannot voice them all because I am unaware of how they sound, but I have plans.

I want to advocate. I want to speak publicly. I want to have a say in laws and regulation.

I digress.

Bladder Issues

I honestly cannot even say that without giggling like a young child.

HI AGAIN! I wanted to talk about something I have a really hard time talking about in hopes to make myself a little bit more accepting of it, and I hope for a little bit of direction.

So, as you MIGHT have heard, I’m in a wheelchair. SURPRISE! I know! Who saw that coming? I DIGRESS.

Like I stated in my second blog, no one is one hundred percent sure of what happened, what flu I caught, or whatever. One thing that is apparent, though, is what happened shortly before I went into hospital.

My legs went weak. I was throwing up. My muscles got very stiff. My neck swelled. I stopped being able to urinate.

Please tell me someone else finds me writing that hilarious to read?!

So, the medical response to someone not emptying their bladder for days on end is to insert an indwelling catheter. Its basically a tube placed in a urethra. It connects from ones bladder to a bag. They are quite common to receive during any extended hospital stay or as a result of any surgery.

The thought behind a neurogenic bladder (that I have put together from the little bit of reading I have performed) is that the nerves controlling the bladder have given out, and the individual will have to perform intermittent catheterization for an extended time until everything comes back.

Well. Fun little side bit of information. Someone fucked up. SURPRISE!

What happened is that a little bit of dirt or plastic (would probably have been microscopic) ended up in my bladder at some point last year (2014). The result is my body encased it in a compound, probably calcium, and it resulted in a stone. The stone in question is 4.5 CM in diameter. The stone takes up about 95% of my bladder. Is that not hilarious?

LAUGH WITH ME! PLEASE!

My eventual point is that I have to go back in for surgery to have it removed, which is scheduled for August 25th. I really do want it to happen earlier, but the medical system is all kinds of messed up in Canada thanks to our great political power that currently sits in the most important seat.

SO YEAH! That’s my attempted at talking about an embarrassing thing that has happened during this whole ordeal. There are many worse things, but MOST of those will never be brought up.

OH CANADA, OUR HOME AND NATIVE LAND…