Increasingly Increasing

Since Monday's post, in which I detailed my suffering under the invisible leash that Satan has tethered to my pelvis, things have become worse.

One day my new twice-a-day habit failed to satisfy, and I bumped it up to thrice, and even so, I woke up from a bonus sex dream afterward. (It involved a gorgeous sienna satin ball gown that got very messy.) 

Clearly, I thought, urges beget urges, so I spent the next day denying myself. At the end of the day my palms were sweaty, my heart raced, and I lay in bed for an hour and just panted. But I persevered. I occupied myself planning for next week's visit to the urologist.

I wondered, "Haven't I complained about the incontinence before now? Didn't I go to the urologist before now? What happened with that?" 

Some research on this blog reminded me of an experience I had almost entirely forgotten: my visit to the physical therapist to resolve my previous incontinence issue.

I think I might be having another recurrence of the high-tone pelvic floor problem above, which, amazingly, I had almost completely forgotten. I don't know how it ties in to my increased drives, but it seems that if the floor is on high alert the rest would be affected as well.

We will find out later this week.

Comments

[KC]

... you're not on pramipexole/Mirapex, are you? Although also this seems somewhat more functional and somewhat less compulsive. But still. (you do not want to end up being like the 10x/day dude who "had to" excuse himself in the middle of a *dinner party* to satisfy urges in the bathroom)

I hope the urologist can help with the incontinence! And also hope the urologist can either verify or refer re: the tone problem causing these, uh, issues.

[theQueen]

KC - no Miraplex, no dopamine drugs. My guess is I'll need to go back to physical therapy, and have the same tests in urology that I took 12 years ago.