Meeting My New Urologist for the First Time
The office is the same. The artwork on the lobby walls desperately needs a makeover. I recognize some of the staff in the office area. “Fill this cup to this line and put it in the cubby in the wall. When you're done, you can come back out to the lobby and wait. Any questions?”
If I ever get to the point that I have questions about peeing in a cup until I fill it to the black line, I doubt I’ll be mentally capable of forming a question. As an added bonus I am asked the COVID-19 mandatory questions. All of the preliminaries addressed, I return to my seat and wait. Like the time you sat in the outer office waiting to see your school disciplinarian.
Being called into the examination room
“Howard,” I hear my last name announced and smile at the nurse’s unwillingness to give a hand at my first name. “Not trying the first name?” I ask. “No thanks.” She is young and smiles easily at my gentle teasing.
The room has not changed in all the years I have visited it. I am given the same instructions as always. “Pants and underwear down, not off, sit here and use the paper cloth to cover up. The Doctor will be right in.” I get myself ready and sit.
Meeting my new urologist
“Hello, I am Dr. V. All ready?” I never realized I had a choice. He is young. Young, as in, I am pretty sure his dad drives him in and he works during the day so he gets home in time for curfew. He may even need a nap after lunch and a snack time. All right, I will stop ranting about the child prodigy. He had jet black hair that was slicked back and a gleaming white lab coat. I determine that if I don’t look at him, I can imagine he is Dr. Unni and the retirement thing was just a bad joke.
A rough start to the scope
Any and all hope of him being a reasonable replacement for my friend was dashed when he began the scope. It took a few minutes and gentle pressure for the scope to reach my bladder in the past. This time, we were through the urinary canal, past the prostate, and into the bladder before the numbing agent had any hopes of easing the discomfort.
The time spent looking at the actual interior of my bladder seemed about average, and the report was great. No evidence of disease and no signs of any abnormalities. Now came the scope removal.
The scope removal
To say that I have employed more finesse pull starting a chain saw would do justice to the doctor’s scope removal technique. “You may have some painful urination and even some minor bleeding. I beat up on your prostate a bit.” He smiled and chuckled as he told me he would see me next year. I have never had anything beyond some small discomfort during the first urination. This discomfort lasted three days.
Getting used to a new doctor
I am confident that doc will become more gentle as time goes on. If not I will talk to him with a voice and tone reflective of his methods. No, I am sure he just needs some experience to achieve a softer touch.
I am thankful that I am cancer-free. NED is my favorite test result. Be well my friends.