It’s 1:30pm here and I just came back from the house where I went to the bathroom. I left the house at 9am and had not been back til now – about 4.5 hours. There was only slight urgency. Thing is, it’s getting ready to rain again so I thought I’d better go and get it over with. But there was no urgency even after several hours.
Now, I can “drain the lizard” hard at 11pm, jump in the sheets, and at 12:30am wake up with extreme urgency. A mere 1.5 hours later. WTF??? Then again at 3am, then 4:30…..
I’ve altered my drinking and eating habits by extremes even to the point of not doing either for 6 hours before hitting the sheets and it doesn’t have any influence at all. It’s like that area has a mind of it’s own, and I don’t matter. And it’s not like that every night, but most of them. I actually get 4 continuous hours of sleep on occasion but not frequently.
This all started about when I turned 65-66 and I’m 70 now, and I’m not liking it.
This isn’t happening to my wife.
I tried saw palmetto and it is the one supplement that immediately makes me nauseous.
FWIW, my late dad and each of his 3 brothers all had prostate cancers to one degree or another. The medical system doesn’t worry as much as they used to about prostate cancer, but nonetheless, I’m not going to ignore it.
Your bladder’s night-time habits are very similar to mine. I’ll get the same hour-and-a-quarter to hour-and-a-half before my bladder wakes me. That first spell of sleep is almost never less than an hour and only very occasionally longer than that hour and a half. Then, I’m down for 3-4 hours of sleep before I’m up again. Some version of that pattern repeats itself 4-6 nights a week. Sometimes I’m up three times during the night and only very, very rarely just the once. I sleep with my Fitbit that tracks my sleep and my sleep duration is almost never longer than 6 hours. The lovely Mrs. will sometimes give me a hard time about an afternoon nap, and if I got 7-ish uninterrupted hours at night I might think that she had a point.
The other old man complaint I’ve got going is a problem with plantar fasciitis in my left foot. I had been walking in the mornings 3.75 miles 5 days a week. At the start of the year I added a 16 pound weight vest for three of those days. Again, my Fitbit had me at 55-65k steps a week. But my foot gave out in April. Now, I’m good for like half of those steps, max. I found a guy who I think is a good foot doc, and I’m now stretching my foot, wearing outrageously-priced (but comfy) shoes, with orthotics, and I sleep with a boot. He had me drop the vest and my walks are now less frequent, slower paced and of less duration. The healing is going to take months and my new sedentary life is chapping my ass.
These are my complaints, but I fully realize that these are trivial compared to some very serious matters that others have to deal with. Though I may complain, I consider myself to be very fortunate.
Last edited 22 days ago by azlibertarian
Walt Gottesman
22 days ago
Reminds me of another one of my Haiku-type poems:
Old couple quarreled,
Working ’til the sun had set.
Now hold hands in bed.
jean
22 days ago
Hope this doesn’t get me banned from further commenting, but…have any of you lovely gentlemen talked to a doctor about your night-time urinary concerns? There might be help available.
Me, myself? I don’t have any problem peeing at night. Get plenty of practice – do it all the time.
“What inspires you to get up in the morning?”
“My bladder”
🙂
azlib is right that the medical establishment doesn’t worry about prostate cancer as much as they did, but about four years ago after being told I had a high PSA level as indicated by a routine blood test, my first such test in many a year, I reluctantly agreed to get a prostate biopsy which found no malignancy. I’m OK with my high number. Saw palmetto seems to help keep it from going too high. I’ve never had an unpleasant reaction to it but each of us has a different situation.
I don’t like going to doctors. The only prescription drugs I have ever taken are occasional antibiotics. Until I was 77, apart from youthful injuries and an emergency appendectomy, I was never sick for more than a day or two and did a lot of walking, but at that age I got Lyme Disease. It took 10 months for recovery. My primary doc couldn’t help me at all. After 5 months I found a Naturopath doctor who prescribed herbs for me which gradually got rid of my symptoms but even after regaining most of my strength I can’t walk very much, certainly not a mile or even a half-mile.
I’m an early riser and a short sleeper, usually about 5 hours per night. My bladder lets me sleep through all those hours without interruption. I can’t walk much but I’m thankful for the sleep.
One of my high school classmates from long ago signs off each of her emails by writing: “Every day is a gift.” I try to find the gift each day has to offer. Some days that is harder to do than others but I keep trying.
I never knew the word “urgency” was a medical term until I got in my late 60’s.
Preach it, Brother. Preach.
OK. You asked for it.
Add “unpredictable” to the whole thing.
It’s 1:30pm here and I just came back from the house where I went to the bathroom. I left the house at 9am and had not been back til now – about 4.5 hours. There was only slight urgency. Thing is, it’s getting ready to rain again so I thought I’d better go and get it over with. But there was no urgency even after several hours.
Now, I can “drain the lizard” hard at 11pm, jump in the sheets, and at 12:30am wake up with extreme urgency. A mere 1.5 hours later. WTF??? Then again at 3am, then 4:30…..
I’ve altered my drinking and eating habits by extremes even to the point of not doing either for 6 hours before hitting the sheets and it doesn’t have any influence at all. It’s like that area has a mind of it’s own, and I don’t matter. And it’s not like that every night, but most of them. I actually get 4 continuous hours of sleep on occasion but not frequently.
This all started about when I turned 65-66 and I’m 70 now, and I’m not liking it.
This isn’t happening to my wife.
You’re getting old when you forget to zip up.
You are old when you forget to zip down.
I’ve been taking saw palmetto supplements for maybe ten years. That seems to help.
I tried saw palmetto and it is the one supplement that immediately makes me nauseous.
FWIW, my late dad and each of his 3 brothers all had prostate cancers to one degree or another. The medical system doesn’t worry as much as they used to about prostate cancer, but nonetheless, I’m not going to ignore it.
Your bladder’s night-time habits are very similar to mine. I’ll get the same hour-and-a-quarter to hour-and-a-half before my bladder wakes me. That first spell of sleep is almost never less than an hour and only very occasionally longer than that hour and a half. Then, I’m down for 3-4 hours of sleep before I’m up again. Some version of that pattern repeats itself 4-6 nights a week. Sometimes I’m up three times during the night and only very, very rarely just the once. I sleep with my Fitbit that tracks my sleep and my sleep duration is almost never longer than 6 hours. The lovely Mrs. will sometimes give me a hard time about an afternoon nap, and if I got 7-ish uninterrupted hours at night I might think that she had a point.
The other old man complaint I’ve got going is a problem with plantar fasciitis in my left foot. I had been walking in the mornings 3.75 miles 5 days a week. At the start of the year I added a 16 pound weight vest for three of those days. Again, my Fitbit had me at 55-65k steps a week. But my foot gave out in April. Now, I’m good for like half of those steps, max. I found a guy who I think is a good foot doc, and I’m now stretching my foot, wearing outrageously-priced (but comfy) shoes, with orthotics, and I sleep with a boot. He had me drop the vest and my walks are now less frequent, slower paced and of less duration. The healing is going to take months and my new sedentary life is chapping my ass.
These are my complaints, but I fully realize that these are trivial compared to some very serious matters that others have to deal with. Though I may complain, I consider myself to be very fortunate.
Reminds me of another one of my Haiku-type poems:
Old couple quarreled,
Working ’til the sun had set.
Now hold hands in bed.
Hope this doesn’t get me banned from further commenting, but…have any of you lovely gentlemen talked to a doctor about your night-time urinary concerns? There might be help available.
Me, myself? I don’t have any problem peeing at night. Get plenty of practice – do it all the time.
“What inspires you to get up in the morning?”
“My bladder”
🙂
LOL…old smartazz.
Yes, I have, on the insistence of the lovely Mrs azlib.
azlib is right that the medical establishment doesn’t worry about prostate cancer as much as they did, but about four years ago after being told I had a high PSA level as indicated by a routine blood test, my first such test in many a year, I reluctantly agreed to get a prostate biopsy which found no malignancy. I’m OK with my high number. Saw palmetto seems to help keep it from going too high. I’ve never had an unpleasant reaction to it but each of us has a different situation.
I don’t like going to doctors. The only prescription drugs I have ever taken are occasional antibiotics. Until I was 77, apart from youthful injuries and an emergency appendectomy, I was never sick for more than a day or two and did a lot of walking, but at that age I got Lyme Disease. It took 10 months for recovery. My primary doc couldn’t help me at all. After 5 months I found a Naturopath doctor who prescribed herbs for me which gradually got rid of my symptoms but even after regaining most of my strength I can’t walk very much, certainly not a mile or even a half-mile.
I’m an early riser and a short sleeper, usually about 5 hours per night. My bladder lets me sleep through all those hours without interruption. I can’t walk much but I’m thankful for the sleep.
One of my high school classmates from long ago signs off each of her emails by writing: “Every day is a gift.” I try to find the gift each day has to offer. Some days that is harder to do than others but I keep trying.