So one of the things that many skaters in my league will say is "OMG I got hit so hard I peed a little" in a "can you believe it?" sort of way. These skaters are not mothers.
The mothers of the league will groan good-naturedly when it comes to doing jumps or step-ups and say "oh, it's a good thing I do those kegels" or whatnot.
My life is "Oh, I just sneezed/coughed/did two jumping jacks and peed myself". The kegels? They did nothing. I would have to wear a pad to practice and bouts (which is fun when you're wearing lift and separate shorts, let me tell you) and change it halfway through.
So after months and months of insurance annoyances and attempts to resolve it that were similar to fighting a forest fire with a squirt gun, I finally had some proper testing done and it was determined that the ligament that holds my bladder neck up is torn. The doctor thinks it'll require surgery to fix.
Well, drat.
If it turns out that surgery is what I'll need, that means a minimum of six weeks of no lifting and no exercising. I'll need to schedule it as soon after the last bout of the season as I can, which means mid-July. I'll miss the first month of home season practice. Waaaah!
But if it works, then that will be a big weight off my shoulders.
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