Bladder Botox: Two weeks out

I bought a measuring device and my output has doubled.

Only a drip of leakage. No one said I’d be leak-proof. No promises there.

I sleep through the night for five out of seven nights without getting up. That was not promised.

And best of all … I said something to Gary as I was leaving for the optometrist, and when the door closed I heard him mutter, “stubborn.” I whirled back into the house to confront him, but I was laughing so hard I couldn’t talk for a minute, and I did not lose control of my bladder. This was also not promised.

On the slightly down side, I’m not always getting the best experience, the one where you sit down and gravity takes care of everything. Half the time I do still start and stop, but it doesn’t result in any kind of urgency later as long as I’m patient.

In two weeks I go to see if I am retaining anything in some little nooks or crannies. If that goes well I can call this a success. Worth having needles poked in my internal organs.