My first job as a terrified Junior Doctor many decades ago was as a house surgeon to a Urologist. I learned then that the relatively simple procedure of changing or inserting a urinary catheter could bring untold relief and in some cases a life saving intervention. Delighted it all resolved quickly and well and you determinedly went on with the rest of your day.
Good Lord, Hanif. Thank God you are a writer, and in the midst of unimaginable hell you are able to think, "this will be a good story some day!" That is the bittersweet gift of the word. Wishing you easy peeing and much hope.
I'm so pleased that you didn't die! What a rollercoaster you're on! Thank goodness you have support from people who love you and even from those who do not. Thank heavens the catheter was fixed in time and youdidn'thavea stroke. Thank you for your searingly honest post which I enjoy reading....although it's almost like voyeurism. You're a fantastic communicator! 🥰💗
Bloody hell. Tense. Curtains because you thought it was curtains. Curtains, because of the indignantly of it all and where are they? Deep joy, you’re going to lunch with your friends when not so long ago you wanted nothing at all. Madness and all put so eloquently. Thanks. I’d have been a crispy, bitter witch. You’ve been honest and amazing. Now for the wine…
It’s important write these incidents down in detail because weakness and trauma can erase memory. It can be hard to keep track, to hold a sequence if events in order, to distinguish false memories fragments from true memories.
The writng here is fluid and clear. There’s no panic, only jeopardy. Congratulations.
You have such an amazing way of creating suspense from everyday life situations, even though I would hardly call this one everyday life. I saw my father suffer from Chronic Kidney Disease years ago, and being unable to pee was one of the nightmares he went through all the time, catheter included. Glad to see you pulled through and were able to live to tell us about it. We still need to hear/ read your stories, so don't bail out on us, OK? Have a great weekend!
Your personal account of a medical emergency is both gripping and insightful. Your vivid descriptions immerse the reader in the urgency of the situation, evoking empathy and understanding. Your resilience and humor in the face of adversity are truly commendable.
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Hanif, you are a rockstar.
My first job as a terrified Junior Doctor many decades ago was as a house surgeon to a Urologist. I learned then that the relatively simple procedure of changing or inserting a urinary catheter could bring untold relief and in some cases a life saving intervention. Delighted it all resolved quickly and well and you determinedly went on with the rest of your day.
Was great to see you after all that! You were very calm and collected and showed no trace of having been through these horrors. Love Nige
Talk about taking the piss!
(Brilliant writing, as always. 👏🏾)
Good Lord, Hanif. Thank God you are a writer, and in the midst of unimaginable hell you are able to think, "this will be a good story some day!" That is the bittersweet gift of the word. Wishing you easy peeing and much hope.
You inspire so many of us with your courage. Isnt it the bathroom shite that gets to us? Oy vey. We love you. ❤️
Dearest Hanif
I'm so pleased that you didn't die! What a rollercoaster you're on! Thank goodness you have support from people who love you and even from those who do not. Thank heavens the catheter was fixed in time and youdidn'thavea stroke. Thank you for your searingly honest post which I enjoy reading....although it's almost like voyeurism. You're a fantastic communicator! 🥰💗
Wow, this is bonkers. Hats off to you, from ambulance to lunch! I’m impressed by your dedication to food/friends/both 😆
Bloody hell. Tense. Curtains because you thought it was curtains. Curtains, because of the indignantly of it all and where are they? Deep joy, you’re going to lunch with your friends when not so long ago you wanted nothing at all. Madness and all put so eloquently. Thanks. I’d have been a crispy, bitter witch. You’ve been honest and amazing. Now for the wine…
Love the two district nurses. And the two boys with the luminous bladder. What a great relief. And what a great painting.
It’s important write these incidents down in detail because weakness and trauma can erase memory. It can be hard to keep track, to hold a sequence if events in order, to distinguish false memories fragments from true memories.
The writng here is fluid and clear. There’s no panic, only jeopardy. Congratulations.
You have such an amazing way of creating suspense from everyday life situations, even though I would hardly call this one everyday life. I saw my father suffer from Chronic Kidney Disease years ago, and being unable to pee was one of the nightmares he went through all the time, catheter included. Glad to see you pulled through and were able to live to tell us about it. We still need to hear/ read your stories, so don't bail out on us, OK? Have a great weekend!
So sorry you had to go through this torture, dear Hanif. Thank goodness it was fixable. You are in my thoughts every day. xxxx
****ing hell, mate - what a morning (to say the least!).
Take it easy, and hope you enjoyed your lunch!
Your personal account of a medical emergency is both gripping and insightful. Your vivid descriptions immerse the reader in the urgency of the situation, evoking empathy and understanding. Your resilience and humor in the face of adversity are truly commendable.
Explore captivating Contemporary, Romance, Thriller & Suspense, Science Fiction, Horror, and more stories on my Substack for FREE at https://jonahtown.substack.com
Oh, this was a tough read but I'm so glad about the happy ending. Best wishes, Mr. Kureishi.