It's 4 in the morning where I live. I have been awake since 2, and I think that after more than ten years, I'm finally losing it.
It hurts so much. I wish I had a more eloquent way of stating it, but it feels like it's all there is to say: it hurts so much.
I was 17 when I had my first 'infection'. Things went downhill from there. 'Flares' became more frequent. I saw several urologists, nothing gave. Until I read about IC two years ago, went once more to a (quite unfriendly) urologist. He concluded I had an overactive bladder, even though my urodynamic was fine, my bladder capacity seems ok and I have no problems with incontinence. I was quite sceptic about the whole operation, but then... The detrusitol he gave me actually helped. I was the happiest girl in the world.
Fast forward to last august, when the problems came back as never before. The hope that it could be a simple UTI was in vain. Worse: several rounds of OAB meds aren't working. My doctor suggested physiotherapy, but it feels so senseless if they're not even having a decent diagnosis.
So, I'm sitting here, wide awake with my camomile tea. I'm in pain, frustrated and confused. Do I have an OAB? Do I have IC? Am I nuts? Will I ever find out?
Oh well. Tomorrow I'll go to my doctor, ask him to refer me to a new urologist once again, and go through the whole cycle of appointments, disappointments, testing, pain, disbelief, waiting... Someone help me, please!
It hurts so much. I wish I had a more eloquent way of stating it, but it feels like it's all there is to say: it hurts so much.
I was 17 when I had my first 'infection'. Things went downhill from there. 'Flares' became more frequent. I saw several urologists, nothing gave. Until I read about IC two years ago, went once more to a (quite unfriendly) urologist. He concluded I had an overactive bladder, even though my urodynamic was fine, my bladder capacity seems ok and I have no problems with incontinence. I was quite sceptic about the whole operation, but then... The detrusitol he gave me actually helped. I was the happiest girl in the world.
Fast forward to last august, when the problems came back as never before. The hope that it could be a simple UTI was in vain. Worse: several rounds of OAB meds aren't working. My doctor suggested physiotherapy, but it feels so senseless if they're not even having a decent diagnosis.
So, I'm sitting here, wide awake with my camomile tea. I'm in pain, frustrated and confused. Do I have an OAB? Do I have IC? Am I nuts? Will I ever find out?
Oh well. Tomorrow I'll go to my doctor, ask him to refer me to a new urologist once again, and go through the whole cycle of appointments, disappointments, testing, pain, disbelief, waiting... Someone help me, please!
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