Month: September 2011

After some chit-chat and a brief physical history, the Physical Therapist did a vaginal exam, because that’s the best way to get to the pelvic floor. She slid a finger up my vagina and immediately announced, “I know EXACTLY what your problem is.” Then she kept her finger up there while she explained she felt…

… made glorious winter by the urologist. We hope. It seems there will be no pills for me. I had high hopes I would be on Mom’s miracle drug, Vesicare, but it seems I have the wrong type of difficulty. Perhaps the urge vs stress vs mixed question will be cleared up by the gamut…