Visit to the Urologist

Well, shoot, I just got back from TMC and missed a fellow PL-er there. I don't know how I messed up on the dates, but at least we got a good parking place! We got there at 7 a.m. and hoofed it from UT bldg to Methodist, hoofed it part way back from the cafeteria, hoofed it back when one of us discovered a purse was left behind, got the purse, now it was crimping time as we strode back to UT bldg at 6410 Fannin and walked in to the urology department's waiting room to "Hello, we've been expecting you." And we were right on time! Filled out a few forms and went right back, Saw a minion of the dr's who gave me the finger wave and I turned my head and coughed. A nurse meanwhile had taken my weight, 163 in my clothes, BP 132/86, temp 97.4 and finally the minion came back with the head cheese dr and he immediately referred me to his side-kick and scheduled me for a "picture" and a visit with Dr Smith (his side-kick) (and we upon returning home re-scheduled a conflicting hematologist apppointment). The head cheese dr wasted no time in declaring I need open reconstructive surgery: The Cadillac of the 3 choices for reconstructivity. 1) stent, 2) chop out the scarred part and re-join the two ragged ends (effectively shortening things up a bit) and 3) open up the urethra and replace the offending uerethra tube with one reconstructed from mucous membrane from within the cheek (no, not THAT cheek). Stay tuned for the exciting Part 2 of this episode of VD Writes About Urethra Frankly.