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Incontinence Support Blog

Laser treatments, Basil Cells, Star Wars, 3-D glasses, and the Boy Scouts Motto: Be Prepared.

Posted by Sam Turner

Jan 12, 2016 11:00:00 AM

On a Tuesday in December, I had laser “blasting” on an implant on my right eye. The lens cleared up and my doctor assured me that I would be able to find the Orion Nebula with my telescope.

That following Friday, I had a Mohs procedure for basil cell carcinoma just below the right eye lid.  I was not prepared for the fifteen-stitch surgery or the bandage that covered my right eye.

The next morning, our children treated us to reserved seating for a nine A.M. viewing of the latest version of Star Wars…with 3-D glasses.  3-D glasses on one eye!  I wasn’t prepared for that situation. 

However I was prepared for the excitement that, in past years, might cause me the loss of bladder control.  I was wearing …TA- DA… my Men’s Liberty External Catheter!  Exciting moments were no problem.  (I noticed several men and women making quick exits three quarters into the movie.) Not me. I made it to the end. When it comes out on DVD, I’ll watch the movie again, using both eyes.  Until then: 

Happy New Year and … May The Force Be With You!

Sam and PJ Turner (She Who Must Be Obeyed!)

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My One Year Check Up....

Posted by Sam Turner

Dec 19, 2015 8:30:00 AM

I visited my urologist yesterday.  He wanted to know how I was getting along with my Men’s Liberty External catheter.  (When I saw him last December, I had just started wearing it.  I must have mentioned it, because he remembered.)

“There is a learning curve that took me awhile.  I tend to skip over directions. But, after a year, I’m very comfortable using it.”

I dropped my shorts and showed how it attached.  I also gave him a sample package.

“So, Sam, you are satisfied?”

“Absolutely, Doctor K., It beats absorbents which I had to pay for. Medicare pays for these.”

*   *   *

mens_liberty_(low_res).jpgI can’t see to attach the element.  She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed* (SWOMBO) is my caregiver and applies the element. (Wendy and Sarah taught me to say absorbent instead of diaper.  Lisa in shipping referred to the Men’s Liberty External Catheter as an Element which was an interesting choice.  No question about it…I have to lose more belly fat!  Exercise and diet… I can do this.

December marks:

  • my first year of wearing Men’s Liberty External Catheters.
  • one year along the learning curve. (There’s more to learn.)
  • a year of adjustment to medical/physical changes.
  • awareness of how much I’m not aware!

*SWOMBO - I’m thinking of putting that on her license plate for Christmas!

Have a healthful December.


Topics: Guest Blogs, incontinence

Much for which to be Thankful!

Posted by Sam Turner

Nov 27, 2015 11:09:00 AM

Bah-Humbug!  That is the name of the play our nine-year-old granddaughter is performing at our local Gaslight Youth Theater.  This is her fifth play since the age of six in a cast of thirty or more actors ranging from six to sixteen years.  For her, each play is more demanding with more lines and more singing parts.

In the beginning, I was unable to sit through a performance without excusing myself to the restroom to change my absorbent. Each interruption was embarrassing, disturbing and time consuming.  The room is set up as a dinner theater with four chairs crammed around a cocktail table. The first three rows are so crowded, even the server has difficulty passing through.  Aside from being a hazard for crowds to exit, unless I am on an aisle seat, I disrupt the audience as I climb between tables and chairs.

As much as I wanted to witness every performance, I often considered skipping the productions because of my incontinence. Many men can relate to my situation.  These men may not mention it, but they know what it feels like.

However, that was three years ago.  Since, Aladdin, and  Ain’t Nothin’But A Werewolf, (and now, Bah-Humbug!), I have been able to relax and enjoy each performance thanks to the use of my Men’s Liberty External Catheter. Once men begin using Men’s Liberty, they too, will have reason to be thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving from Sam & Everyone at Men's Liberty!


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How Men's Liberty Helped Me Overcome Travel Anxiety

Posted by Sam Turner

Oct 6, 2015 12:30:00 PM

I’ll admit that wearing the Men’s Liberty external catheter caused me some degree of anxiety when I started using it last year. I’m not one to follow directions once I’ve read the first paragraph. By July of this year, however, I find that I am navigating the learning curve with some success. (I’m sure that Wendy breathes a sigh of relief!)

My most recent level of travel anxiety was raised when we drove from Tucson to Grand Canyon. Having never experienced long-distant driving with my catheter, I was anxious about finding rest stops or turn-outs as needed.

The last time I drove over a hundred miles, I was using an absorbent. I took a wrong turn which caused a ten-minute delay in arrival time. That extra ten minutes was catastrophic! When we arrived at our friend’s house in Casa Grande everything was soaked.

Fortunately, I brought an extra change of clothes.

Fortunately, our hostess had laundry facilities.

Fortunately, we had time for lunch at their home while my clothes were run through her laundry. Although we hadn’t seen each other for four years and wanted to catch up on family history, the lunch conversation centered on the problems of incontinence, absorbents and pre-planning trips like the one that day. Our host was interested.

I knew nothing about catheters at that time. All I knew was that pads and diapers were restricting my life. Maybe he was thinking about his future?

Now, over a year later, I was hoping for a more successful experience. With one-hundred-plus degrees temperature, I looked to overcome travel anxiety; I wore cargo shorts and had my trusty Men’s Liberty attached. If worse came to emergency, I could always pull over, open the driver’s door, stick my left leg out and pull the plug. I wouldn’t even need to find a bush!

Our greatest level of anxiety was because of the I-10 shooter! He was still on the loose taking pot shots at moving vehicles when we drove north. We decided to turn off just north of Casa Grande and take the 101 loop around Phoenix. Stopping on this freeway loop wasn’t going to be easy. Therefore, before we reached I-17, we found a Circle-K for a restroom break.   We stopped again on the Black Canyon Highway at Rock Springs for pie ala mode. Our level of concern was not so much for a restroom, but choosing from their selection of eighteen different pies!

From Rock Springs, up Black Canyon, through Verde Valley passing Oak Creek Canyon and climbing 7,000 feet to Flagstaff, then east to Parks (along old Route 66) I was anxiety-free. In Parks, we stayed with friends. Being a retired doctor of internal medicine, and my roommate at Pepperdine College, Don and I caught up on our health history. I had seen him only once since my prostatectomy. We discussed incontinence and some of the solutions. I demonstrated Men’s Liberty. When the four of us traveled to Grand Canyon for the day I was able to show the efficiency of the catheter. The only anxiety we experienced was finding shelter during a sudden rain shower at Yavapai Point.

After ten days of travel and a safe trip home, I can give my Men’s Liberty External Catheter a rating of EXCELLENT. At no time was there cause for anxiety.

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Coming Out Of The (Catheter) Closet

Posted by Sam Turner

Sep 28, 2015 12:30:00 PM

For men who are sixty and over, about one in four have problems with incontinence. The surprising thing is that some of these men won’t even discuss the problem with their doctor.

1. “What is that?” a fellow member of my exercise club asks as I step away from the urinal.

He is looking at my Men’s Liberty External catheter.

“I’m incontinent and this is my external reservoir.”

“Good God! I would just die before I had to have one of those!”

“ I take it you aren’t having prostate problems, yet?”

2. Hi Sam.

“Hi David.” (David and I taught school together in the 60’s.)

We are standing in the parking lot after having dinner at a well known east-side Mexican restaurant.

“This is my wife, Yolanda.”

“How do you do, Yolanda? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Are you still writing,” she asks.

“Yes. I’m writing a Blog for Men’s Liberty External catheters.”

“Oh, and what is that?” Yolanda asks.

“It’s for men who are incontinent,” I say as I lift up my cargo shorts cuff enough for the bag to show.

“How interesting,” says Yolanda. “Do they make them for women, too?”

“Unfortunately, no, but they’re working on it.”

3. “You write a blog?” Alex is the technician helping me with a tablet problem.

“Yes. I write for Men’s Liberty External Catheter. You’ve heard of that company?”

“No. What’s that?”

I rotate on my stool where he can see the drain plug on my Liberty just peeking out from my cargo pants. “This takes care of any leaking I may have.”

“My father has that problem. He has to wear a diaper.”

“I used to wear absorbents like your father, but I found this catheter to be more reliable.”

4. With friends at Wisdom’s Mexican Café near Tubac: ”George could use one of those!”

“Would he need a doctor’s prescription, Sam?”

“ Yes. Once Bio Derm has the prescription, they will ship a thirty-day supply covered by Medicare. Men’s Liberty will explain how to use it.”

5. Nurse Practitioner – annual in-house examination (through United Health HMO) for both my wife and me: “I need a urine sample, Sam.”

I take the cup, lift my cuff, pop the catheter plug and fill her cup.

“Wow! Is this a foley? “


“A condom catheter?”

“No. Let me show you a sample package.”

6. Romance Writers of America meeting: - 28 females; 3 males - “Sam, please report on your writing progress.”

“I never knew when I joined RWA that I would be writing for BioDerm Corporation promoting Men’s Liberty External Catheters. But that’s what I’m doing, folks. I write a monthly blog for them. So far, I don’t have a novel titled, The Romance of the External Catheter but stick around. It may just happen! (Much laughter!)

7. Dermatologist: “Yes, on occasion, I have patients who have a rash from wet pads. They need to change them regularly.”

Sam: “Here’s a sample of Men’s Liberty External Catheters. You might want to try this with your next patient. The contact site is on the package.”

What’s the similarity between the new portable oxygen concentrators and Men’s Liberty External Catheters?

No embarrassment.

One you can see the unit. (…and everyone knows what you are wearing.)

One you can’t see and no one knows you are wearing the unit; you aren’t worried about your absorbent leaking…and Medicare accepts both units!

Why do I mention these encounters? If learning about Men’s Liberty External Catheter helps one person, it’s worth it.

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Disability, Marriage and True Love in Brooklyn

Posted by Mens Liberty

Jul 31, 2015 2:30:00 PM

Do you know what today is? Today is July 26, 2015. It is exactly 25 years since the signing of the Americans with Disabilities Act or ADA for short. It seems for every step forward we make as a species we take two steps back.

Every summer the Prospect Park Band Shell hosts free concerts. I have lived in the New York City area for fifteen years and never availed myself of this culturally-enriching opportunity. So upon hearing that one of my favorite artists was going to be playing this past Friday I thought it was time I added another well-rounded edge to my musical education and loaded into my Honda Element with my brother Ethan and jetted off to the big city.

I have a Love/Hate relationship with cities. For people in chairs, at least me anyway, they are like that one girl you love to love, you want to love... but... she has that one guy she's crazy about who smacks her around, he leaves for weeks at a time, then when he shows up she drops everything and runs to him. There's museums and theaters and restaurants and great music and when she calls with her bright lights and charm you run to her hoping for that big moment, only to hit the broken sidewalks and filthy puddles, high steps and cramped shops, restaurants without an accessible bathroom and Doormen who say "Oh, sure it's right up the stairs!". Arriving home filthy and smelling like car exhaust, back sore from bouncing over potholes, it's then you realize, you will always be stuck in the "Friend Zone". Like all long and emotionally complex relationships it got me thinking and between two very interesting experiences while on said city excursion and the anniversary of the ADA I came to an interesting revelation.

While I would never equate anybody's ethnicity with a disability, I can safely say that the same system which marginalizes the races and social classes treats those with a disability the same way. Most Americans do not know that most colleges and universities, including so-called "Black Colleges" refuse to institute accessible infrastructure, alternative testing and even continued training for professors on how to assist students with disabilities! This is a total violation of ADA regulations. When I attended college myself I can remember being pushed by my brother through 100 yards of foot-deep, unploughed snow to get to class only to be told by the teacher "try to be on time next time". How can anyone get an education like that?

Once through the traffic and the usual wait-in-line at the gate Ethan and I settled into our seats. As the crowd began to fill in I noticed a young couple seated in the reserved wheelchair seating. The girl had transferred from her wheelchair and was sitting in a regular chair. It was obvious she suffered from cerebral palsy, but not to the extent that she could not get around. They sat together smiling and chatting and after my brain was satisfied it had taken enough visual data it looked elsewhere. About twenty minutes later I noticed the two of them returning to their seats from somewhere like the restroom or merchandise table. This time I noticed that he too had cerebral palsy. This in and of itself is not remarkable, but these two devoted souls were determined to face the world together with the chance that their own government may never let them get married. Yes, you heard that right. While legally, anyone can get married, those in the "disabled" community who are dependent on certain government programs that only exist through services like Medicaid and SSI can be penalized for tying the knot. This government believes if those like myself who are dependent on the physical assistance of another should be monitored and watched. If you cannot work (or rather employers refuse to hire you) and need daily care and you decide to marry the responsibility of your care in their eyes then falls to your spouse. They wash their hands of you. So tell me something... if I need help almost all day long when is my wife going to work? This puts us in the place where we are forced to make the choice between health coverage, coverage often providing life-saving services, and marriage.

I will take it a step further. Inevitably the person will come along and say, "Why don't you just get a job and buy your own coverage?" Most private insurance companies will not cover 24/7 PCA assistance, so unless you have a job that pays you enough money to pay a PCA $35,000-$55,000 per year out-of-pocket, you have to utilize some form of government assistance. The system was not designed for upward mobility... or love either, but it's just that. A system. Systems can be changed.

Laws can change. People can change, but it starts with people changing themselves first. Don't see the walls that shut you in as prison walls, but mountains to be climbed. Stop seeing that chair or lack of education as one-way train to nowhere, but as an opportunity, a vehicle for change. Yes this discrimination is real. I believe we can change the world, but just not by laws or rules. You can't just tell someone to stop being a racist or a bigot because it is illegal. He must see it in his heart, that it is wrong and know why it is fundamentally against the very life force that makes us human. Change comes from the heart. That is why we can change. Because within each of us is the power to do so.

Do something today. Do it now. Change your point of view. Don't have an education? Get a library card. Don't have money? Share what food you have with someone who is hungry. Are you paralyzed? Get online and use it as chance to encourage others. Do you have a job, but it barely pays? Work harder, smarter, smile and laugh. Ring up those groceries like you're a millionaire. Do have a little spare cash every month? Support blogs like these and research projects like the Reeves Big Idea. Do you have a lot of money? Pay it forward and invest in somebody else's dream. If you don't have anything? Give words, give words of life and encouragement. These are the things that supersede laws and governments and will last when this wheelchair I sit in is a rusted mass at the bottom of the ocean 500 years from now.

Civil Rights, ADA... they are written pages that mean nothing without the spirit of the men and women who believed in themselves enough to fight for them. It is the spirit of a thing that gives it life that makes it breathe. That spirit is colorless, genderless, it is neither sick nor paralyzed. It knows no border or creed or flag. The moment we recognize this is the moment we will love each other.

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Adjusting to a New Normal

Posted by Sam Turner

Jul 9, 2015 2:30:00 PM

When our son died of sleep apnea on July 2, 1997, our life shattered. Ours was a colorless world of black and white. Well-meaning family and friends advised us to “get over it and get back to normal”. That wasn’t going to happen. Nothing was “normal” again. Eighteen years of monthly meetings with The Compassionate Friends helped us move out of the “Valley of Grief” and into a new normal. We began to see color again. I’m mindful of this quote:

What the caterpillar calls the end; the rest of the world calls a butterfly  ~ Lao Tzu

The following year, I took a sleep apnea study through the University of Arizona. Eight weeks later, I was wearing my first CPAP and adjusting to a “new normal”- sleeping with an air tube. I looked like a SCUBA diver. I had to learn to turn from one side to another without kinking the tube. That became a normal procedure. A new normal where I no longer snored meant no more bruised ribs from She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed.

And thus began my journey along this new learning curve including hearing aids and a De Vinci Robotic Radical prostatectomy, where my surgeon said I would “probably” have to wear diapers. “Probably” was an understatement. My extra briefcase held a load of men’s absorbents. My new normal was four or five absorbents daily and two or three nighttime changes. Shortly after the prostatectomy, I had a penile prosthesis implant that allowed me to move in a new direction. (No pun intended.) I was moving along this curve of “new” normal faster than I realized.

Later, there was cataract surgery for both eyes. Driving at night is no longer frightening.

Except for the absorbents, I found I could have somewhat of a normal life. Not the life we had when all four of our children were alive, not the life when I didn’t use a CPAP, not the life after the prostatectomy, or a penile prosthesis, but a new normal where, in my eighth decade, I could adjust and adapt.

Men’s Liberty entered a year ago, July 2014. On a one-to-ten scale, I found myself around the curve toward a new normal of confident comfort. There is more to learn, but Wendy La Torre’s TV training program makes negotiating this curve easier. I am closer to the “ten” than ever before.

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The Time Machine

Posted by Caleb Bartlett

Jun 29, 2015 12:30:00 PM

Today a friend I've known for many years and went to school with posted a set of photos on every body's favorite social network. As I have already mentioned in one of this year's blogs 2015 marks the 20th anniversary of my high school graduating class. It seems strange because I remember the night in the late 1980s when my parents dropped my brother and I off at the baby sitter's on the way to my father's 20th reunion. Time truly waits for no man. 

As I sat looking at that picture that same weird mixture of thoughts, emotions and feelings that always comes up when I see a picture of myself before the injury. It seems that much of my life is often defined that way, the boy before the injury and the man after, and how different they truly are. There I sit, trying to literally convince myself that the boy without a clue in the photo is actually, or ever really was me.

A few years ago I began having a recurring dream, usually about once or twice a week. The dream usually takes on 1 of 2 themes. One, I dream I am literally back in time in my body, in the exact clothes I wore and in the same social situations. The only difference was I have my thirty-something head full of so-called knowledge to make a somewhat more informed decision. Just when I am about to do the right thing in that pivotal, life-changing moment... I wake up. Then there's scenario number two... I dream I am an adult as I am now, and I appear to myself as a young man ready to give the golden key of wisdom that will somehow change my future like some science fiction movie. Funny thing, I wake up before I can warn that young man. It has become so common that even in the deepest sleep I have come, in a flash of lucidity, to recognize the moment I am dreaming. I then hurriedly stammer to get out what I want to say.

Today as I studied that photo I realized it was Father's Day. It makes me wonder what my Dad feels when he sees an old photo of himself. What would he say if he saw that photo of me? What kind of fear, frustration and urgency did he feel in those very real days when I was 13, 14, 15... what kinds of words did he struggle with? I'm sure he had his own dreams for me, not of the past, but for the future. Hopeful dreams. I imagine they paled in comparison to the words he struggled to find when I awoke from the anesthesia knowing I never would walk with my graduating class. What words would stick in his throat when years later in my anger and frustration with my suffering I would lash out at him looking for someone or something to blame and say things I regret till this day. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but whose words? The photographer? The subject? The viewer? What are those words worth?

I still consider myself a young man. I have been fortunate enough to come to terms with the memories of that young man in that photo. I have been blessed to apply some of the words my father did share with me. Think for yourself. Say what you mean. Look'em in the eye when you talk to them. Don't answer questions that haven't been asked. I am blessed to have reconciled what differences we have had over the years and know my father not just as "Dad", but as my friend. I hope that when he looks back over the past he feels peace knowing that everything turned out alright. I hope he knows that it was not lost on deaf ears and that his acts of love and affection, his love for nature and living things, his passion for music and his desire to live honestly have helped me live through the difficulties of spinal cord injury.

I don't have a time machine, but I'm lucky that I do have more time. More time to do the right thing, do it right and do it because it's it is right. Hopefully if I ever have children I will find the words and actions to help them do the same so that one day, when they look back they will know they did not waste this time here we call life.

So to all the fathers worthy of the title, and most all to you Dad, Happy Father's Day.

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Self-Isolation and How To Avoid Meetings

Posted by Sam Turner

Jun 8, 2015 12:00:00 PM

Becoming incontinent happened quickly after my total prostatectomy. At my post-op meeting, the surgeon said I might experience some incontinence and need to wear diapers. (Those were his words: diapers.) That was an understatement. I experienced incontinence every day, all day. A friend suggested that I try physical therapy.

My therapist said, “You should have come to us before your surgery. You would have learned better control. Too bad your surgeon didn’t tell you.” Six weeks of bio-feedback and therapy helped. I learned Kegel muscle exercises and continue them as part of my regular physical training today. But I still used absorbents.

In the drugstore, I couldn’t pass the aisle without picking up an extra package of “male guards.” (Those are absorbents, folks!) Carrying extra absorbent pads was routine. I avoided many events knowing that leakage could become a major interruption. My wife began traveling to family events without me. I didn’t witness our daughter’s hooding at Western Oregon University for her Master’s. I could sit home and leak.

I stopped going to several of my professional meetings because of my “problem.” Either I carry a briefcase of absorbents and sit near the restroom or stop attending meetings. How about a social party at someone’s home? Where do I dump my absorbents? Four fully packed absorbents can fill a small bathroom wastebasket. If I can hide it in my pocket and make it to the kitchen garbage can… I chose to stay home and fill our own garbage can.

We stopped attending movies. A two hour movie meant three or four trips to the restroom (more if it was a comedy) and cargo pants pockets full of fresh absorbents as needed. Hold the iced drinks.

A wide-screen TV and subscription to Netflix solved the problem. I can hit the pause button as often as I need. Pass the popcorn.

A year ago, I discovered Men’s Liberty External Catheters and things changed. One attachment meant twenty-four hours of confidence with minimal interruption (even after drinking coffee.) Movies, meetings and social affairs are all possible now. Our granddaughter graduated with honors from high school last week. I sat beside my wife, applauding. 
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Notes From The ER...This ain't no Greys Anatomy

Posted by Caleb Bartlett

Jun 4, 2015 12:00:00 PM

There are few things that will make you jump like pissing blood will. Anyone reading this who either has a spinal cord injury or intimately knows someone who does knows exactly what I'm talking about. Living with the numbness and nerve damage and paralysis is one thing, the secondary effects are what drive people like us nuts if we're not careful. There is little money thrown at SCI research as it is. By the time the folks racing to find a cure take the lion's share, as they should, those intrepid, dedicated few researching the day-to-day stuff get next to nothing. The trickle-down effect of this lack of research is a raging river of misinformation, disinformation and no information available for the everyday medical professional when they encounter someone with an SCI falling under their care.

Last month I wrote about the lack of preparedness on the part of the medical establishment. Little did I know that three days later I would be in the emergency room with a massive UTI, blood draining from my bladder and a blood pressure reading of 198 over 116. I was living out that very nightmare. Maybe Karma's a bitch and I should have kept my mouth shut or it only strengthened my resolve to shout into the storm that faces those of us trying to keep healthy. I may be pissing into the wind here, but at least I can now say I'm doing it free of infection!

My story goes something like this...

Friday, April 24, 2015:

A hot shower and in bed by 12am. I am a night owl sometimes. I slept most of the night, but awoke in the early morning and noticed strange sensations in my abdomen and lower back. I fell back asleep and woke up the next morning.

Saturday, April 25, 2015, 10:30AM:

I ate a normal breakfast and responded to a few morning emails. Without warning while having a conversation with a family member I began passing blood and lots of it. Within twenty minutes I was in an ambulance on the way to the ER.

Saturday, April 25, 2015, 11:30AM:

I was laying on a gurney in the ER hallway of a local hospital that will go unnamed with a case of Dysreflexic Shock that would make an Elephant miserable. My bladder was having spasms and contractions, it could not empty itself so my blood pressure was through the roof. The pain and throbbing in my neck was excruciating. The only family member there was my mother and knowing how fast things can escalate she had to watch with frustration and amazement as nurses walked past and chatted, filled out paperwork and spoke on the phone like they were running a day spa on the beach at Malibu.

Saturday, April 25, 2015, 11:45AM:

My mother politely informs the nurse of my Dysreflexia and asks, "Do you know what that is?" To which she responds, "Oh yes, it's when the Foley Catheter needs to be removed!" I was not wearing a Foley Catheter. Autonomic Dysreflexia can be caused by a myriad of situations, from a fold in your pants to a blister on the skin and a triage nurse in major hospital in America did not know it.

So went the day. Fortunately we were able speed things along, but for two and a half days I had stay on top of every doctor, nurse and aide to make sure I did not have any other issues. This included adamantly reminding the resident Urologist at least four times that I should NOT, under any circumstances be given blood pressure medication because once the pain was under control my blood pressure would return to normal. If I had blood pressure meds in my system it would have caused a severe drop in pressure causing a reverse effect and possible death! Both the Urologist and the attending Physician had no idea. Holy Hell.

After 48 hours on an antibiotic IV I was much better and they sent me home. Fortunately I am ok. I have a few more tests to check on my kidney health and so forth, but I am certainly relieved to be home and healthy. It simply reinforces my belief that those of us in chairs need to take our health seriously, eat right and exercise so we can prevent these dangerous situations. It is a sad thing that we must protect ourselves from the very system established to protect and heal us, but we can and should.

This past Memorial Day weekend marks the beginning of what promises to be a beautiful summer. Help honor the Vets by also supporting a cure for Spinal Cord Injury at The Big Idea. Many veterans suffer physically and emotionally as a result of their sacrifice from this absurd injury.

Much love to all of you and thanks for reading!

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