Damn. Another 5-day stretch of weekend plus sickdays on either end (and thank god the weekend was where it was) because of urinary tract infection.
First there is that smell. Pee smells like a sackfull of fermenting sour gym socks, the whole room fills up with that smell. Then after you finish peeing you feel kind of like someone kneed you gently in the balls, nothing dramatic but gee I’ve got to lay down for awhile. Then if it gets worse, when you lay down it burns like someone had rubbed habañero peppers up the inside of your urethra. And 45 minutes later, gee I need to pee…
C’mon, tell me I’m not the only guy who gets this. All my girlfriends have been eminently susceptible. I don’t get it as often as the chicks do but this is my fourth case of it. Meanwhile the doctors look at me strangely: “Men are not supposed to get UTI’s.” They test me for chlamydia, syphilis, gonorrhea. Negative. I steal my girlfriends’ Macrobid pills for a few days, which the damn docs are slow to prescribe. (D’ya mind? I’d like to dose this mess NOW not 4 days from now?!!??)
Stupid pee buggies.