My no good, very bad month

My no good, very bad month

I don’t know exactly how I ended up in Harborview. I was seeing my doctor, and, out of the blue, she called in a guy to ultrasound my bladder, and the next thing I know, I’m at Harborview ER getting my bladder drained by means of a catheter. This added half a dozen new layers to my PTSD. That happened on a Monday, and by the end of the week, I had a previously scheduled colonoscopy. The colonoscopy was the best thing that happened to me that wee…