I was finally able to urinate about 6 last evening, and it's been fine since. That's the pattern of whatever this is-- I'll have a tough time, then be good for days or weeks.
It's an odd, even humbling, experience. One minute I'm reminded I'm an animal. I'm in pain, trying to get relief, trying to understand. The next minute, after a success, I'm immediately back to my semi-rational, quasi-civilized self.
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