stirring the pot

Younga Sista and I went to visit our favorite urologist (Dr. Phil McCracken) earlier today. He pulled the catheter out and I felt great joy. He said if I didn’t pee within four hours I should go to the emergency room. I let him know in no uncertain terms I’m not paying $400 for an ambulance ride to a $2000 emergency room visit for them to shove another one up my junk. I already owe the hospital $100,000 (I mailed off my financial aid packet this morning) and I don’t feel like adding more to that total. He gave me half a dozen self inserting catheters and told me if I didn’t pee I could just shove one of these up my ween. I didn’t pee within the allotted four hours last time so obviously I was nervous. We came home and then Sista and Erica went to O’Malley‘s for dinner as today is Erica‘s birthday. I stayed home drinking water. The four hour deadline came and went. Dr. Google said you should urinate within eight hours and that was the standard I decided to use. Five hours after the catheter came out I hit pay dirt. Or should I say pee dirt. Three glorious ounces of warm liquid gold! In the next couple hours I was able to go several more times with as much is 12 fluid ounces. I had trouble feeling it come out which is a better problem than feeling a self catheter go in. I’ve gone three more times in the last couple hours and I could not be happier.

I want to send a huge, monstrous, gigantic and overwhelming thank you to those of you who donated to my Meal Train fundraiser. The outpouring of love and generosity over the past couple of weeks has completely humbled me. As critical as I am at times about humanity...some of yall are gems.