For the last few weeks the moment I feel the urge to pee, I have about three seconds before it’s dick-pinching and dancing time (shades of childhood), and not more than a minute of that is possible without peeing, in pants or otherwise.
I’m Type II diabetic, and am way off the map on sugar control for months. Today my psych (an MD, of course), who suggested that a urologist, rather than an endocrinologist, might be helpful. I’m 54 and she said, basically, welcome to enlarged-prostate land.
I know I’m crazy-high sugar because I’m drinking and peeing fountains (I believe that’s what diabetes means), so there@s more than enough pee to go around.
It’s just the instant extreme urgency that’s troubling me. A year or so ago the same thing was happening for about a month, and then went away.
*Actually I am, but am not thatmuch of a schmuck to take the advice to the bank. And I promise I won’t try to sue SDMB.
Do you have a primary care doctor? One who manages all your health care? The list of things that could be causing you to have this spans poorly controlled diabetes to a urinary tract infection to an enlarged prostate to neurologic dysfunction and etc. I’d suggest going to a primary care doc (general internist or family med doctor) and having things checked out. I’ll warn you though; they’ll do a rectal exam, which is probably not going to be the high point of your day.
My father just went through this. He had an enlarged probate. They got in there and whittled some stuff down or some such. Still on the mend but it seems to be helping.
You might have a bladder infection. Mine tend to get me that way, and if you’ve got uncontrolled blood sugar, it’s much easier for infections to take hold.
Perhaps the answer is neither. Dr. Google reports that it’s Urgency Incontinence, aka overactive bladder, and that there is only a very slim chance that it is diabetic neuropathy.
No artificial sweeteners? I’m diabetic for crying out loud, I live on the stuff. Plus tea, a no no, with a touch of Splenda. Wine at night.
No citrus? For the amount I eat, up yours, buddy (unless I’m turning into a piss rag).
