I’ve just
got a catheter, a supra pubic one
It saves me
getting on the loo to sit on my bum
It’s a very
weird feeling, not needing to wee
But it gives
back some independence to me
Before the
procedure I wouldn’t go out
Afraid to
need the toilet of that there’s no doubt
I’d not drink
a drop for hours on end
Dehydrating
myself, it drove me round the bend
Now, I
sit in my chair, don’t need the loo
I only use
the toilet if I need a pooh!
But the bag,
it must be emptied periodically
My husband
must do it as he lives with me
I’ve decided
upon a name for his task
He’s the ‘Royal
Piss-taker’, I just have to ask
Him to rock
up, wash his hands and empty away
It’s a job
he must do several times in a day
I hope that
he doesn’t get bored with his role
As it’ll
need to be done till I’m nout but a soul!!!
