Last night I sent Bob off to enjoy a Hops game with son Rodger. He had a good time and talked a lot when he got home.
This morning I made myself a cup of (hot) coffee and read like I do every morning. In time it occurred to me he wasn't up. I went to take a look and saw he was in trouble. He told me he could not urinate.
I left him to get his clothes on while I closed up the house before leaving for the emergency room.
I heard a thud that made me cringe. Yep, he had fallen in the bathroom. Then he decided to go back to bed and not go to the ER.
I sat around here until 2:30 and told him he didn't have a choice. Enough was enough.
He had 895 ml of urine in his bladder. A bag of IV fluids is 1000 ml. He's home now with a Foley catheter. He's clueless about dealing with one but it's not my first rodeo. I have a lot of catheter experience from the days I cared for my parents.
My first task for tomorrow will be to get him in to see a urologist. I'm a lot more knowledgeable about the heart than I am plumbing but apparently I'm going to learn about it. Not a subject I'm remotely interested in but I don't think I get a choice.