I need another bladder treatment. Damn.
For those of you who haven't heard how this is done sit down and let me tell you a story.
First, the medicine smells like canned corn left open in direct sunlight for days. It also makes me smell like that for 3 days afterward.
So they mix the cocktail. Then they shove a tube up my penis and insert a 'deadening' agent. HA. Then they remove that and shove a catheter up my penis all the way to my bladder. For those who have never had this pleasure let me tell you about the prostate gland and it's reaction to something that size going the wrong way on a one way street. It doesn't matter how big or tough you are I promise you will make little girl sounds. And the nurse then says the most intelligent thing you ever heard. "Just relax." WTF? Relax? If I could release my grip on the chair I would probably punch the nurse out. So once it is in, they fill my bladder with medicine.
Then they remove the catheter. At this point you would think the fun was over. OH HO. This party is just starting. See, then they put a metal clamp on the end of my penis and lock it in place. Then they set a timer for 15 minutes. That's right children, 15 minutes. At 5 minutes you start staring at the timer. At 8 minutes you can still almost make the timer out as your eyes film over. At 15 minutes you have to get up and walk, yes walk to the bathroom without allowing any leakage.
Now we are in the bathroom and one simply MUST sit for this. Everything is all stretched out and urine cannot be controlled. Then the smell rises like you just walked up on an open grave 2 weeks old full of bodies. Your eyes begin to water and you gasp for breath. Oh, and you must release the metal clamp yourself, by squeezing it together to unlock it.
Getting old sucks.