I made preparations this time in advance of my bladder botox visit. I took Tylenol two hours before. I was early enough for the numbing agent to work. I drank sufficient water. I did these things because I had no idea the two bullets below were going to make this the best botox visit ever.
- When the doctor arrived I mentioned the the stirrups were not configured optimally if I was again going to be asked to spread my knees and relax.
“Oh, I don’t need you to have your legs apart the whole time. Just until the scope is in. Then you can put your knees together.”
Wonderful! So much less vulnerable. Also, less ability to lever my butt off the bed. And, less urge to levitate because I then said:
- “What’s on this monitor — IS THAT MY BLADDER?”
Yes! It was.
He’d intended to distract me with the unimpressive food he’d eaten in Italy, but instead pivoted to my wrinkly pink and very veiny bladder.
I got to watch every shot go in and I was prepared for all but one. (There’s always one that hurts more.) There was some blood with that one, and I think he thought I gasped because of the blood, and questioned the wisdom of letting me watch and I demanded to ALWAYS BE IN THE ROOM WITH THE MONITOR.