Everything continues to go well. I got out of the hospital yesterday in time for lunch, so I had a glass of wine in lieu of Vicodin and never had to fill the prescription. I wasn't trying to be a tough guy about painkillers -- I was hugely grateful for opiates after my colon resection -- but I haven't had any pain from this. The catheter came out this morning, and urinating stung a bit the first couple of times afterwards, but at least I'm urinating. I'm supposed to walk over to the doctor's office now for a quick ultrasound to make sure I'm emptying completely.
When I got home yesterday I figured I should drink a lot of water. I forgot that I had been getting IV fluids for six hours, so between the water and the saline I drained and drained and drained. About 9:30 it turned from pink to yellow and never turned back. All in all, this went better than I expected.
Like most people, I have delayed following up with a doctor when I had symptoms I knew should have warranted a visit. Whatever I may have told myself, the reason was fear that the news would be bad and apprehension about the consequences to follow. It's not always so bad, and it takes a load off your mind to know that you are taking the proper steps to deal with the problem. So if anyone is lurking here trying to decide whether to see a urologist, don't hesitate.