So, yesterday, I finally got to see the urologist. These guys are so BUSY! Told him point blank that I hope I’m imagining my problem and that there’s nothing there.
He examined me and pronounced, “I see something there.”
Bah humbug!
For some months now, I’ve been struggling to get my pee out, and taking ages doing so. I thought maybe I was crazy, till one morning my husband exclaimed, “You must be sick. You haven’t finished peeing and I’ve started AND finished sweeping the bedroom floor! There’s something wrong with you.” I cliff not ignore it after that! Plus the urine was coming out and sideways instead of down into the loo. (Sorry for TMI)
GP gelt I needed a urologist and so my ally came round yesterday. He was a very ok guy though he seemed to have never heard of diastasis recti and would not HEAR me when I told him the rest of myself surgeries. He thought I was alluding to closing a ventral hernia.
Did ultrasound, then the moment jf truth came as he checked me out visually.
Yep, there is something in my urethra. It’s caused a narrowing and blockage. It must come out, then he will be able to see what it is, and he will check inside my bladder, and then dilate my urethra. Yes, under general anesthesia.
Again
I guess it’s good that I don’t ever go to a sunrise for no real reason, but I wouldn’t have minded coming across as a hysterical woman or hypochondriac.
Surgery next month-I booked a date to be sure the teens’ exams are finished and their dad will have traveled the week before, so hopefully he will be home that week.
Surgery number 2 of 2023
Bring on ‘The dementia.’ Too many operations. My sad lungs and my tired brain just can’t do this anymore.
Seriously? How many growths will we be cutting out of me? I hope we won’t need to take it to pathology for testing. I hate that waiting period, though they’ve all always been cancer-negative.
Here we go…
They said I should write a book 