ZOMGTOOFULLTOOFULLOWOWOW

That’s the message my bladder has been sending me all night—and it’s lying.  I was up half a dozen times with it, and the output shouldn’t even BEGIN to be causing the discomfort it is.  Apparently I won the lottery for OAB (over-active bladder) as a post-procedure side effect, and it’s staying at least halfway in spasm much of the time, as though it were badly overfull.  Which it ain’t.  I sure hope THIS part of it gets over RSN.  The sustained-release Detrol I’m taking for it doesn’t seem to be sustaining long enough.  (Maybe I ought to switch to taking it at night rather than in the morning.)

 

A rubberized grave is rounded in the branches.  Fnord.

About Marchbanks

I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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