After my recent setback at the oncologist office, I was not looking forward to my urology visit. OK, no one ever looks forward to their urology visit, not even the urologist (I mean, who wants to look at that all day long?). However, I was looking forward to it even less this time.
For anyone that hasn't had a urology appointment this is how a typical urology visit goes. No matter when you have been there last, there will always be an additional 312 pieces of paperwork to fill out, most of them involve digging through your wallet for various insurance cards, IDs, addresses of estranged relatives, etc. Right in the middle of the paperwork, they will call you back up to the counter and give you a cup. This is not for drinking out of, even though it is already personalized with your name on it. So then, you have to figure out what to do with all the contents of your billfold that are spread on the seat next to you to fill out page 188, paragragh H, subsection 22.3.1 of the form verifying that you read the Paperwork Reduction Act, while you go off to fill the cup.
Once in the restroom one of two things will happen. It doesn't matter how much you have "studied" for your urine test, there will still only be these two options. Option one, you stand there awkwardly with the cup in one hand, and..."it" in the other, like two gunslingers at high noon staring down each other, neither one willing to draw first. You will stay like this for 30-45 minutes waiting for the flow to begin, which will happen precisely when you hear the nurse out in the waiting room calling your name. Or the only other possibility is you start going immediately and your volume of output is approximately the same gallons per minute rate of Lake Erie flowing into Niagara, which is all well and good, until you realize you are holding a cup with the capacity to hold the juice from a single grape. At this point you have to decide, are you going to overflow on your hand or spray all over the room trying to set the cup down midstream. These are the only two outcomes to the second situation. Don't try to be a hero and think that you can pull off some great acrobatic move to save the sample and also keep the floor dry. That kind of cavalier attitude will only result in wet clothes and/or soggy paperwork.
Once you have been called back to the doctor's office, you will remain sequestered there for roughly two and a half hours. Around you will be pictures of kidney stones resembling medieval weapons...except with more spikes, disgusting diagrams of every genital malady known to man (and some animals), and cutaway anatomical models of sex organs that will make you never want to have sex again. You will sit here alone in the Office of Horrors until you finally get the urge to pee because you drank too much water for the "cup" and as soon as you pull out your phone to try to get your mind off of your situation, the doctor will walk in and assume you are taking pictures of the plastic cutaway penis.
It is at this time, the doctor will ask you questions having nothing to do with why you are there. "Do you have to urinate more frequently at night if there is a full moon? Have you ever tried to scratch the back of your knee with your elbow? Do penguins sweat? Do you like gladiator movies?" And if you are lucky, you drop your pants, get a quick slap and tickle, pull up your pants, and get charged a couple hundred dollars. However, I am going to issue a warning!!!
If you have a serious concern, by all means, now is the time to ask the doc about it. After all, it was my own insistence, after the nurse missed my cancer initially, that resulted in my cancer diagnosis. Other than that I have found the best thing to do is DO NOT ASK THE UROLOGIST ANY QUESTIONS!!! See, if it's time for a prostate exam, it's an important part of a male's health and we all need to unpucker and endure it. However, any added information or question for some reason results in a bonus prostate exam. I don't know if they get paid more per violation, or all the doctors have a bet, or what, but every question results in a buttsploration. "Doc, is it normal for your urine to be a little darker if you have been sweating a lot on a hot day?" DROP YOUR PANTS AND BEND YOUR KNEES! "Doctor, is just waking up once a week in the middle of the night to pee excessive?" HERE COMES THE BIRDIE!! "How's your golf swing coming, doc?" KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR BALL AND GET READY FOR THE FOLLOW THROUGH!!!!
It was for this reason that I decided NOT to ask when I would be done visiting him. After all, every other time I had been asked, I was always told that I would have to see him for the rest of my life, and the next thing I would hear is the snap of a rubber glove behind me. So as I my freshly lubricated buttocks swished their way to the front desk to make my next appointment, I was pleasantly surprised to be told that I wouldn't need to come back unless there was a problem! After all, I had already been devastated by the news a couple months earlier that I was not being released by the oncologist when originally planned. It seemed that following months of bad news from doctors, I finally heard something I wanted to hear...even if I was walking funny.
Now I just want to clarify one thing here, testicular exams and prostate exams are very important, and there is a peace of mind that one has after clear test (well, that comes after the initial shock). And even though I was released from my urologist I will continue to do self exams (testicular self exam, I am not flexible enough for the other) and will still be getting the scheduled exams from my family doctor, oncologist, dentist, butcher, and anyone else with a white coat on (at least it seems that way sometimes). But for now I can relax...without being told to relax and bend over...and celebrate graduating from one doctor and hopefully being that much closer to being a considered a cancer survivor and not a cancer patient.
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