To pee, or not to pee: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the pipes to suffer
The slings and arrows of dodgy plumbing
Or to take a scalpel against the seized u-bends
And by a nip and tuck mend them? To plumb: to leak
No more; and by a surgery to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand wet nappies
That we changeth daily, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.
Yesterday, after many false starts, we met with the surgeon in charge of Rory's future plumbing. There's much to consider. He's got some developmental ground to make up before we can even consider fitting him with a new run-off pipe. It's a lot to take on board. Is it wrong to be relieved that the surgery is on the long finger? I couldn't cope with another major theatre episode.
With sincere apologies to Mr. Shakespeare, but I if were indulged, I fear you may get the full belt of a very long soliloquy. I'll spare you the pain and go instead to research the latest in juvenile plumbing.
Anyone got a secondhand copy of that revered tome: Bladder Augmentation for Beginners ?