Hi, Tracy.
In the clothing hamper, my trousers, drawers and the furry supplemental seat cover I use on the driver's side of my Honda Del Sol are drying out a bit and awaiting a washing tomorrow. Tonight, enroute home from a meeting on a dark and rainy night, I had an accident -- not of the automobile kind. It occurred on the 520 Bridge over Lake Washington. I felt I had to pee, and imagined only briefly that I was going to be able to control the urge. The true struggle was coming to grips with the fact that I wouldn't, and that nothing was going to prevent it. Also, the term "urge" is not quite right, because the "urge" was only a moment that passed, after which the real urge was to try to stop the unstoppable. Things happened without any urge at all, while I was driving in the dark on the freeway bridge with cars around me.
This occurred in the context of several days of occasional bright redness, a burning sensation during several uncomfortable and brief urination sessions each day; suspecting deydration and therefore tanking up with water to create the effect of more flow and less pain; and finally the event tonight of both discomfort and no control while driving, followed by a painless pit stop off the road with a good volume of liquid. So, is it the bicalutimide? Do I have a urinary tract infection? Is this just the next stage of an enlarged prostate? Should I start keeping depends handy? Dare I take long trips away from the bathroom? And am I going to have to put up with this for long?
This used to be a joke about getting old. Now it's a daily concern.
Love,
Dad
P.S. Nov. 17 -- heading to lab for a specimen to see whether I have a urinary tract infection.
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