It’s been just over a week since my second visit to the urologist and, for the most part, I think things are better. Before I give the impression that I’m over the worst of it, I need to clarify some details.
Today was the first day since the first day that I have started taking only one antibiotic capsule. Thursday through Wednesday, I took one in the morning and one in the afternoon. At first, they made me feel dragged out. Gradually, my body got used to it and I was feeling better. Or maybe it was the probiotics kicking in that did the trick. Whichever, it was positive.
Up until Sabbath, I had intense pain whenever I peed. It would start out okay but, as it went along, the pain would almost bend me double. It was a relief to be over that part of it.
A couple of days ago, the girls were asking me how I was doing. I said it was either psychological or actual but it seemed that while my frequency hadn’t abated, I didn’t have the urgency. I didn’t have to wrap my legs around each other and hop sideways to the commode.
Then, last night and today, I messed up. The doctor hadn’t cautioned me against taking baths but there was a need (I’ll tell about that in my weekly post) so I did. I took another one this morning. On one of my trips to the bathroom at work, I drenched my panty liner. So much for baths.
All in all, I believe I can tell a difference. It would have probably been more pronounced and more positive if I hadn’t soaked in the tub but I did and I can’t go back and do something else. In the meantime, I’ll try to behave and hope, not for the better but for the best.