Ok.  I was having a “situation.”  It seemed like I could not get to the bathroom fast enough.  I would stand up and start walking to the rest room.  That walk became a jog…the jog became a run…the run became a sprint!  The whole time my hands are furiously working on my button and zipper.  You get the picture.

I am convinced I have a problem.  I watch T.V. –  I need one of those overactive bladder pills cleverly advertised for people like me.  Fortunately, my brother, Jim, is a urologist.  Unfortunately, I have to spell it out to him.  Its not easy to talk bathroom issues with your big brother.

I sheepishly tell him the story.  The bathroom always seems to be ten feet too far.  I tell him of the struggle with my pants, the hopping and the holding, the praying and the agony.  “Write me a prescription – I’ve turned into mom!”  Jim listens calmly, and then says to me, “Go more often.”

What?  That’s it?  Go more often?  Yes!  I am waiting too long.  And guess what?  He was right.  And then it dawned on me.  How easy I was convinced I needed medication.  I bought into that T.V. commercial like the perfect consumer – a marketer’s dream.

Listen, I am not a doctor.  I am not giving any advice on medicine except this – do not walk, jog, run, or sprint to any awful conclusions.  The answer may be as simple as “Go more often.”

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