A friend told me “just relax, things could always be worse.” So I relaxed and sure enough, things got worse.
Yesterday afternoon I went to the Good Morning hospital in Pyeongtaek. Yeah, I know, what kind of name is that for a hospital? Anyway, I went to see a urologist. It seems I either have to pee all the time or I have a hard time going at all. My concern was my prostate. My older brother had cancer of the prostate and I was hoping to avoid going down that road.
Anyway, the doctor took some blood to do a PSA screening for cancer, stuck a probe up my ass (which hurt like hell), had me do a urine volume test, and finally an ultrasound on my bladder. And then he gave me the news:
Benign prostate hyperplasia (BPH). That’s fancy talk for an enlarged prostate gland. I don’t do things in a small way, the doc says they usually begin treatment at 20 cms and above. I came in at 43 cms. Oh well, the symptoms are manageable and I’ve got some new pills to swallow every night that are supposed to help.
I asked the doctor about the cancer thing and was told he wouldn’t have the results on that until the following day. So, I called at lunch and was told to call back at 3:30. I called then and got the news. Something I never expect to hear in reference to myself. Yes, it turns out that I am normal. Go figure.
So I guess that things can be worse after all. I’m obviously very relieved to know that I’m going to be able to keep fucking and fucking up for the foreseeable future.
I reckon I ought to get on with it then.