Remember the deft professional that was the Matron's Ob-Gyn? Sorry for linkage, but background is the only road to appreciation of post.
She got that second opinion. But before we go into the logistics surrounding the idiosyncratic bladder and its hysterical tendencies (much like its owner), let's first pause and consider why in the world anyone would want to BE an urologist?
If she had one centimeter of unexplored physical territory left before today's urology appointment, well, Conquest and Cartography did their business. My, my. The Matron now knows precisely how her uterus jiggles over bladder when she stands up and sits down. And more.
But this physician?
Matron: "So do I have a hysterectomy or the mesh hammock under the bladder or both or what?"
Matron: "Well, the Ob-Gyn seems to think I'm headed right to the operating room.
Doctor: "That seems silly, don't you think?"
Matron: "Why, yes!"
Doctor: "I'm all about the path of least intervention."
Matron: "Really? So civilized!"
Doctor: "And I don't think you need surgery. Your main problem is that you feel the need to go all the time, right? No leakage just urge?"
Doctor: "Physical therapy. Let's start with physical therapy."
Matron: "Excuse me? You can undergo physical therapy for the bladder?"
Doctor: "You bet. Same way toddlers learn continence. You feel and manage a muscle. You can learn to retrain that muscle. Turn it off."
Matron: "Please help me learn to live with this. I am going to see a physical therapist for my bladder."
Doctor: "You bet."
Friends, in a down economy? Buy stock in Depends. The Matron is living up to her name.