Hi, Tracy.
As far as I know, the latest urinary tract infection is gone, but it has left reluctantly. Until a day or so ago, I still had to visit the loo several times a day, with some urgency. One afternoon when I arrived home I was fortunate enough to have a coat I could hold in front of me as I made my way to the apartment, where I could get out of my wet jeans. On another occasion, there was some blood in urine. And even now, when I first enter the condo, or pour myself a drink of water, I sometimes feel Dr. Pavlov tapping me on the shoulder and I hasten to the bathroom.
Rather than panic, I took a Flomax the other day, started drinking plenty of fluids, and placed a pad in my underwear. I thought I was done with those, and almost donated the package, but now I've decided to hang on to them for a while longer. For the time being I plan to continue with plenty of hydration until I'm confident that I have flushed out the demons.
The adventure continues . . .
Love,
Dad
P.S. Oct 31, 2017 (Halloween). Hiked Tiger 3 today and had "urgencies" at least five times, involving a couple minor accidents.
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