something good almost had to happen! And it couldn't have picked a better time to happen than my first urogynecologist appointment.
I was, as you know from my previous thread, extremely trepidatious about this appointment, not only because, um, it's my first urogynecology appointment, but because of some of the horror stories I've read here. So, as I told you, I went prepared. I wrote a long letter (three pages single spaced--I am nothing if not long-winded) to explain my history with bedwetting, IC and diapers. I went in yesterday to get their obnoxiously long new patient papers and filled them in before arriving today. I even did my best to have fluid in my bladder, as requested.
I was still nervous until I met him. This doctor turns out to be one of the nicest, most compassionate doctors I have ever had! He set me at my ease right away with his calm and friendly manner. He had not yet seen my letter, but he asked if I had a copy and then he read it through, asking me questions. (And BTW: he loved my sense of humor in it! He laughed at my Dostoyevski pun and at my joke that I'd rather go to school in only a diaper than give up coffee even if it is a diuretic. He said he knew where I was coming from on that one)
So he asked more questions and talked to me for awhile, and then when he did his exam he was as gentle as possible under the circumstances.
He told me that he thought it likely that my bladder was contracting at times when it wasn't supposed to (is that OAB?) and that, if that is the case, he believes he can help me. He is having me do a test in a few weeks called a Multi-Channel Urodynamics test that will help determine if that is the case. And if not, he'll keep trying. But the great thing is that he showed no signs whatsoever of having any agenda other than helping me with my IC on my own terms. And he totally understood the use of diapers.
So all in all I feel very positive about my first experience! I think I had about as good a one as is conceivable, really...except for the catheter thing. I hate catheters. But at least I knew it was coming: I knew they needed to drain my bladder to find out how much urine remained after I thought it was empty and to test that "clean" urine. But still... Well, at least it completely solidified my opinion that diapers beat the living crap out of catheters.