Do NOT open if you are squeamish. (Health issue)

Nope. That was some guy in Spain. Or maybe Mexico. I go to real doctors here, not quacks. Though I'm skeptical that the saw palmetto had any real effect on you. It's a purely quack remedy.

Both my prostate operations were done through the urethra. No cutting from the outside, so no visible scar. It hurts like hell to pee afterwards. But when the alternative is to have the urethra slowly strangled by the growing prostate until you can't pee and you die of renal failure, a few days of painful peeing is worth it.

For better or for worse, I trust the doctors here. Spokane has a pretty good medical infrastructure. My cardiologist did a pulmonary vein ablation and cured my a-fib. Also without visible scars, done by tubes inserted into various veins and threaded into the heart.

 

I'm sorry to hear that. Mine was benign, thank goodness.

There's been no more blood in my urine since middle morning yesterday. It began in the very early evening Friday, and apparently the last bleeding was early morning Saturday. About 12 hours total, apparently in several discreet episodes. The last blood in the urine was a pale pink, around mid-morning, so apparently just the remainder from the episode earlier in the morning.

I decided not to exercise until after I've seen the urologist. It is unpleasant to miss my exercise. Exercise is dull and boring and I cannot wait to be done, but I feel so good afterwards. But it seems wise to wait and get the OK from a doctor.

 

One of the more unpleasant procedures I've experienced. Assuming they use the transurethral tube, as they did to examine, and later operate on, my prostate. Twice. First they squirt an anesthetic (which seems to have no effect whatsoever) into your dick and put a clamp on it to hold it in. Then they leave you all by yourself, suffering, for what seems like a day, but is probably only an hour. Then they insert the tube, which hurts like hell. Then, to get a 360-degree view, they rotate it, which hurts even more. The anesthetic, as mentioned, doesn't seem to help at all.

 

Forget that crappy local stuff. Give me morphine!!!

 

I've only had morphine the one time, and just the one dose. But I sure liked it. Yep, I could get addicted really easily. But I'll take it any time it's offered. It's probably a very good thing for me that it's illegal outside of strictly controlled medical settings.

 

Does a cystoscopy involve the same procedure as a prostate exam (described in one of my posts above)? I just kind of assumed it did. Of course, I have no idea if the urologist will want to do a cystoscopy.

I agree with you that there is no such thing as psychological addiction. There are, however, bad habits that feel so good we like to keep doing them. If morphine was legal I would be strongly inclined to use it for the good feeling it gives. If I was ever in a safe setting where opium was legal and available, I would try it. As someone who has bad dreams nearly every night, who most often wakes up saying, "Whew! I'm glad that was a dream!" it would be cool to have good dreams sometimes. Of course, since opium is addictive when used as I would be inclined to use it, it's a good thing for me that it's not legal.

 

I prefer the golden beets. I steam them with their own greens. Yum.

The time I had morphine, I had just come out of anesthesia after the second prostate operation, and I was in extreme pain. The nurse put a shot of morphine into the IV, and a few minutes later asked me if it still hurt. It did, so she put a bit more in. I don't remember if it took three small bits or four, over the course of maybe 5 minutes (VERY unsure of the time frame). Once the pain had subsided I said so, and then they took me to a room and left me. I don't know how long the morphine lasted, but by the time it wore off, the pain was tolerable, and after that they gave me some pills that didn't help except to make me sleepy. But no more morphine. I've only ever had it the once.

While I was under the effects of the morphine, I felt both physically and emotionally warm, even though the room, like all hospital rooms, was decidedly chilly. After it wore off I had to get a blanket. I hate TV but while on the dope I happily watched TV for a while, then dozed for a while, alternately. I was happy.

First thing tomorrow morning I'll phone the clinic and get the earliest appointment I can with the urologist. Hopefully the same day.

 

The first event was in the early evening. I exercise in the morning. And I have not jogged since mid-July: During summer I was hiking in Canada; while there I hurt my knee, so when I got back I confined my exercise to the exercise bike and walking uphill on the treadmill; and then I had the cataract surgery, after which I am forbidden from jogging until my one-month followup, which will be in a couple of weeks.

I don't think it's kidney stones. The only pain was while I was passing or trying to pass the blood clots. So unless kidney stones look like blood clots when they come out, it's probably not them. And in fact, it didn't hurt so much when they actually came out. It was just before they came out that the worst pain was. Other than that, there's been no pain at all.

It's now been two days since the last bleeding. The clinic is not open yet as I type this, but in an hour and a quarter I'll call and see if they're open. I'm not sure if they open at 7 or at 8, so I'll try at 7.