I paid the fee. I took my pants off. The doctor shoved a scope up my
urethra franklin (reference the title of this phlog). I screamed. The
doctor pulled the scope out. And then:
Me: That's it?
Dr: That's it.
Me: I thought you were going to spend a little more time in there.
Dr: I couldn't. I couldn't even get in. You have scar tissue in the
way.
Me: Scar tissue?
Dr: I'll have to knock you out to go in there and remove the scar
tissue.
Me: Okay. [ed: I'm easy]
Dr: But I'm not knocking you out until you get your blood pressure
below 150.
Me: Oh. Can I use pills?
Dr: Yeah. See your regular doctor about that. By the way, do you know
why you still feel like you have to go when you're done peeing?
Me: No, why?
Dr: A normal bladder holds about 200 ccs when it's full. After you
felt like you emptied yours, it was holding around 450 ccs.
Me: [in the understatement of the day...] Holy shit.
So, mom was at least half right when she said I was full of piss and
vinegar.
