Author: Rebekah W.

Or, “Your Bladder Isn’t The Real Problem”

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.“–Norman Maclean

Today I lolled beside a river all afternoon, lying in the shade with my hat pulled comfortably over my eyes. I was listening to my children play a little ways upstream while keeping one eye open and fixed on the “Thou shalt not pass” line I’d fixed in my mind (because no mother ever completely relaxes while her children are playing in a river, though the water be shallow and her husband present), and I thought about what a long and clunky sentence it would take to describe the scene.
I was right.

I also thought about how the urinary tract is like a waterway, because you can’t listen to water run for hours on end without thinking about peeing, even if you’re not obsessed with the subject, like I am. It’s an excellent analogy I’ve used a number of times when explaining how these protocols work and why antibiotics are a temporary patch instead of a permanent solution.

People are always asking me how they could have gotten an infection, when they were so careful. One lady cleaned herself with rubbing alcohol every day, in her desperation to avoid a new infection. She’d been told her hygiene must be at fault, so she basically took a blowtorch to the area.