Alas, as it happened on the first morning (and 2nd climb) of a planned 3 week stay not a lot to add...though I would be interested to know if it's only me that found it incredibly difficult to piss in a bottle lying in a hopsital bed?
As I hadn't relieved myself all day, I was busting after they screwed my leg together. But I just couldn't. Years of "thou must not piss thyself in bed" led to a rather uncomfortable bladder come 10pm. Two smiling nurses appeared with a towel and about 2m of thin tubing. I may have been in pain, but I still had my dignity. They said they'd give me till midnight, then it was going in, regardless. I relaxed. I focused. I tried to meditate as best I could. I had the bottle ready. It was about to come. Then in burst a cleaner (at 11pm??? only in Thailand) who seemed to interpret my loud abuse as enthusiastic appreciation of her duties. With my focus interupted I resigned myself to the inevitable (much to the mirth of my travelling companion who was pissing himself laughing in the passage outside at what I was to shortly endure). I may not be a god faring man, but a miracle occured that night, and as the smiling nurses entered my room with that dreadful tube I held aloft my full pee bottle with all the pride of a world champion hoisting their trophy.
Credit where its due though - the Phuket hospital did a great job, though there's a vast discrepancy between my image of two cute Thai nurses giving me a sponge bath and the reality...they only did the bits I couldn't reach...