A few nights ago I did give Gary another chance for some digital spelunking in my woman cave, and it was very gratifying, even though I still had to argue with him about what muscles were where.
Full disclosure. “I did give Gary another chance” above is inaccurate. Rather, read “I tearfully pled with Gary.”
Begging for it made it all the more maddening when sixteen hours later I was pissing out blood at the Urgent Care. I have never had bladder infection symptoms come on so fast. One minute I thought, “Ow, that hurts a little,”and ten minutes later I hopped in the car when my pee turned that lovely magnolia pink. It truly was a storm of symptoms.
Then again, perhaps I don’t have a bladder infection at all. I was convinced last month that I did, but when they cultured it I did not. Perhaps the menopause has just turned all my interior parts into tissue paper, and touching one scrapes the next organ over.
Worth it, though? I would say yes.
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