I had another tough time last night. I was on the pot two hours trying to pee and in pain before I finally went. The good news is that I've been able to go as usual since.
I emailed Nurse Danielle about it-- she works for one of the companies that supplies my aides-- and she said that is not uncommon for people who have CP. It even has a name-- neurogenic bladder. It seems all the tiny muscles involved in urination don't coordinate properly to allow me to go. That, in fact, is how it feels-- as if I've forgotten how to go. If that's correct, the problem would be unrelated to my bladder cancer. She still wants me to get a prostate exam, though.
As I told me brother Joe a couple weeks ago, it's hell getting old.
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