So, a while ago, I mentioned something that I was too embarrassed to talk about. Most of it is very TMI. So if you're queasy, better to just skip over it. Well here it is:
Background (Part 0)
So, at my physical about 3 years ago, my doctor asked me how my urination is. Well, it's better than him asking when the date of my last period was. I mentioned that sometimes in the morning, it just didn't come, until about 1-2 hours later. He said if it gets worse, we can try to do something about it.
Part 1
On the last Saturday of November, it wouldn't come at all. Mind you the night before I was at a LAN party until 3am and had chugged a 32oz bottle of Gatorade at around 2am, but that's beside the point, right?
Anyway, around 8:30-9, I go to the local health clinic, and they popped in a Foley catheter. Bet you're all wanting to try one. They drained 1.6L. They left in the catheter just in case I couldn't for later, and we made an appointment for my PCP.
Part 2
2 days later, we visit the PCP. Wasn't very useful, except that he referred me to a Urologist. He didn't even take out the catheter. However, they did tell me how to take it out myself so that I could remove it the day I saw the Urologist (Wednesday) to see if I could go on my own during the day before the appointment.
Part 3
On Wednesday, I was singing an old Cub Scout song - "The Little Skunk's Hole". Google it. Note the chorus: "Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out, remooooooooooooove it".
I took out the catheter, and drunk lots of water, and by the time of my appointment I had peed according to the following schedule:
10am
2pm
2:30pm
3pm
3:15pm
Even after going, the little teeny ultrasound machine still said I had 500ml left inside. The urologist did a quick prostate check, and ordered a lab.
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