I know all about Urology.
I had prostate surgery, radiation and a round of hormone therapy. That was years ago now. But I still see a urologist yearly.
Today she looked into my bladder.
The two words in that sentence that should catch you are: 'she' and 'looked'.
My urologist is a woman--Dr. Wong. Dr. Kurz retired and it was easier to stay with the practice since Dr. Wong took over. She treated me in the hospital once--the only time I've been in the hospital since my surgery. It was for a urinary blockage (don't even think about it!) she cleared it right up.
Today she looked into my bladder.
There's only one way into a bladder from the outside. Obviously there's a way in from inside the body but only one from outside.
I commented while she had a camera 'up there' that it was hard to have thoughtful conversation in that situation.
She laughed. I like her a lot.
I don't like her looking into my bladder.
Or anyone for that matter.
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
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