My Sad, Sad Bladder

It is possible that my bladder is depressed.

We may have to give it anti-depressants.

I’m thinking maybe I just need to cheer it up instead.

What about some flowers? Chocolates? A serenade?

I like my bladder. It’s always been good to me. It’s a good bladder as far as bladders go, but apparently it’s gone all red inside and it’s been so incredibly persistent lately. Maybe it feels like it’s not getting enough attention. Maybe it's just acting out.

I had a highly uncomfortable test today to see what might be going on with it.

It wasn’t fun.

In fact nothing about it was fun.

Is there anything fun about a straw sized tube in your urethra?

I just don’t like that word, is it just me or does it seem to fail to capture the spirit of the area it describes?

I’ll have to ponder that more deeply later but for the now I can answer the first question...having a straw sized tube in your urethra is HORRID. Avoid it if you can.

I may have to give up all of the foods I like to eat in order to make my bladder happy...but then what about the rest of me? Shouldn’t it be a matter of percentages? Most of me really, really enjoys those foods and beverages. Why can’t my bladder (pardon me in advance for this dreadful cliché I’m about to type) go with the flow?

I feel much better having discussed this openly. I may be sorry later that I did, but I’m laughing about it now and perhaps this laughter is helping in some small way to cheer up my sad, sad little bladder.

That seems like a worthy cause.

I tried, but I simply couldn't find the right picture for this post. Surprising, eh?

Love
Madge