Inconinmiss wrote:
I've become so used to wearing a diaper, and high-quality modern disposables work so well that the idea of having an electrode implanted in my spine seemed like it would be more risk and more hassle than it was worth. On the other hand, for someone who cannot reconcile himself to wearing a diaper, maybe the weights given to the risk and hassle issues would be different.
It's not so much that I "can't reconcile myself" to it... heck, I've been wearing diapers (to one degree or another) most of my adult life. They make so many problems just "go away".
The way I put it to my doctor (who was the one who gave me the Ditropan originally, and also the referral to the urologist) was that I've always been kind of an iconoclast, and I used to be a lot more willing to say "hey, you have your way of going to the bathroom, I have mine. My way is just as good, and it works better for me." But recently I've been sort of more willing to accept that society has norms, and maybe not all of them are bad ones to strive for. If possible, of course.
Thanks for the perspective on the implants. I get kind of an oogy "this is invasive" feeling thinking about them, too. Which is the same way I feel about Foley catheters. I happen to like my body, and sticking things into it that weren't meant to go into it just doesn't seem optimal.
Nothing really earth-shattering to report on the Vesicare yet. It's the kind of thing that builds up in your bloodstream over time, so I waited a week before deciding that the 5 mg/day dosage wasn't cutting it. Today was my first day on the 10 mg/day dosage. In another week, *that* will have built up in my bloodstream enough that I'll be able to say whether the higher dose did anything.
I'm still doing the pelvic floor exercises, although when they bumped me up to 10 repetitions for 10 seconds each, resting 10 seconds in between, I started slacking off a bit in terms of how many times per day I actually remembered to do them. It stopped being something I could just do "when I was thinking about it", because the whole ritual takes about three minutes each time and it's edging up into "onerous" territory for me. I should probably buckle down on that.