It has been A Week, friends. A Week.

Let’s start with the highs, shall we?

On Monday afternoon, I had my first visit with the delightful Dr. Napoe. She is a urogynocologist and I can’t believe my good fortune in meeting with her. Dr. Napoe is a most excellent listener and the first thing she did was ask my permission to use an AI app to record our conversation so she could be fully focused on me versus having to type notes as we talked. (Yay technology!) She was kind, attentive, and so easy to talk to… she “double clicked” often. It was a profoundly meaningful conversation… I felt very seen and heard.

Now for the lows… (and trust me the lows have won the week…)

My reason for a visit with Dr. Napoe is that I have been having some significant trouble “going” if you get my drift. As in I rarely “feel the need to go” and when I do… trying to get “started” is a Herculean Task. I have always had a “shy bladder” … using a public restroom is really no fun at all for me. Silly? Yes but knowing it is silly does not make much difference.

I figured that I would need a somewhat full bladder for the appointment, and I was right, but little did I know that I almost always have a somewhat full bladder! After a very thorough and, at times, embarrassingly frank conversation, she “scanned” my bladder and then off to the bathroom I went… (only to struggle to “go”) to then be scanned again… with the same volume as the first scan. She also did an exam and discovered, or perhaps confirmed, her suspicions from our conversation – tight, spasming muscles in my pelvic floor. I am not ever emptying my bladder (It is called Post Void Residual) and so we then talked about the “next steps”…

Silly me for thinking there would be some magic solution… alas no. I was prescribed PT (who knew there was PT for peeing…certainly not) but the first available appointment was not until the end of April. So until then, I have reverted to very early childhood… I am on “timed voids” until further notice. Yep… timed voids people. Every 2-3 hours during the day I am “going” whether I need to or not (an unexpected bonus for this activity is an increase in “stair climbing”)

And I am now keeping a Bladder Diary. Sigh.

She also suggested more relaxation… meditation… calming thoughts. I would laugh at this… if I was not so frustrated. Relax and Pee are not words I would ever use together in a sentence… but there you have it!

Getting old is not for the faint of heart, dear friends…

And I  wish us all (myself included) a good weekend!

 

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