MORNING HAS BROKEN !
MORNING HAS BROKEN
You know, when the clock is drifting and waking around six or half past seven and you've rotated 11 times in bed and the pain in your lower back starts to get really fussy, you realize that the smartest thing you and your special someone have done was to have separate bedrooms.
Not just our own bedrooms, but each of our study, I can sit here on mine while the clock has begun to move towards eight and pour my morrarustration out over the world and the universe.
Half an hour in the bathroom, and sure, we each have our own separate bathrooms (photo). The bathroom procedure is done, my teeth brushed and ready to stagger myself into the study across the hall and consume the room-tempered orange juice that had been placed there the night before, since making my way out to the kitchen through a corridor (photo) that seems endless so early in the morning.
But then, room temperature juice together with one pill of "Keppra" - against epilepsy, a pill of "Dutasteride/Tamasulosin" (you get it on prescription from an urologist whom you should consult the sooner the better) which, in other words inhibits the growth of the prostate, which in turn presses on the urethra, which in turn causes difficulty emptying the bladder, ie that you stand and stand there over the toilet and it barely drips a few drops into the toilet bowl)
Difficulty urinating is very common, especially among the elderly, (and since I'm fast approaching 80, I guess I can soon call myself "older", although I don't have any sense of the expression).
These difficulties can thus manifest themselves as emptying difficulties, where the bladder does not empty completely, or storage problems, where you get frequent urination both day and night.
Either way, it's some crap, and if you haven't been there, you should get to a urologist on the double!!
Your GP will fix a referral, although he'll probably try to poke at you some "wonder pills" that generate nothing of wonder whatsoever other than the doctor getting commission from the apotheque.
There is hope for you girls too, just talk to your GP. Nothing to be embarrassed about, nature takes its course.
And not to forget, a "Tramadol" that in the course of half an hour shrouds the world in a pink tinge and enables me to move somewhat normally.
So there we are, a quick lecture about peeing about marten robbery.
