Final Botox Update!

I watched the Olympics for six hours last weekend without using the bathroom.

This morning I was tested to see I wasn’t holding on to my urine and never giving it up, and no I am not. In fact, I was surprised to hear I still had a cup or two in there even after giving a sample, and she said that’s good. Six cups is a problem. So I am in the sweet spot. I can pee on demand. You want one cup, a pint, a quart, I can dole it out.

Plus I asked for a catheter that I never intend to use, just to shut Gary up, because he still insists that I can suddenly swell up like Violet Beauregard and explode and die before I get to an ER, and they were fine with giving me a catheter.

All in all this is working out very well.