You know how women always chastise themselves about their weight or their body parts like butts and thighs? Or maybe they like their butt but hate their hair or their ears or whatever. Since I’ve been a mom, I can tell you that usually, I don’t go overboard when it comes to self body image. I have my annoyances surely but I rarely even look in a full length mirror for more than a millisecond. I just don’t have the time and I don’t care to budget some room in there either as I’m too focused elsewhere, really.
But time and again there is one body part that keeps blabbing away like the teacher on the Charlie Brown cartoons. This my friends, is my Bladder. Ooohhhh my bladder. I’ve already written about it once, but dear god it really is the worst part of my body. Imagine having someone a little smaller then you (kids don’t count) and poke you in the arm or the stomach or hell, anywhere on your body. Constantly. You go to bed at night and there they are to poke, poke, poke you. You shoo them away but five minutes later they’re back. Poke, poke, poke. Except instead of poking, you just have to pee all the time. Not once every hour like you see on tv commercials for bladder issues, I’m talking non stop I feel like I have a UTI but I don’t irrafreakintating pee issues.
It gets to the point where you just have to threaten OUT LOUD not caring who gives you the WTF look
I have had CT Scans, MRI, Cystoscopies. Nothing. Not a thing shows up and still the little bugger down under is constantly a thorn. I got past my nerves and went to the doctor again today. First thing I see in his office is this hanging on the wall:
I’m so glad he has a sense of humor.
He seemed just as confused as me though about the whole thing. At first he suggested Diabetes but we ruled that out. Then he said it could just be irritated but prescribed something to take at night. I haaaate taking pills but will give it a shot since it’s such a low dose. I also begged him to have the ol’ thyroid checked. My other consultations with Dr. GOOGLE says that under active thyroid can cause all sorts of weird issues. Bladder being one of them. Of course when I left the office I had the choice of walking 30 feet to the lab and get my blood drawn or go home and do it some other time. I left. :( Did I tell you about my issues with needles? Oye. I’ll get it done soon though, I’m stark raving curious and hope to get to the bottom of it.
Until then I’ll figure out how to deal with my pokey sidekick.
How are you all feeling this friday?