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Waking Up to Go

Okay, I have to get this off my chest.

We have all seen the FLOMAX commercial that tells us that "For many men, [it] reduces male urinary symptoms due to BPH in one week."

The commercial is unnerving to me because it leaves me feeling as though I'm not taking care of myself. It appears that I am exhibiting at least one noteworthy symptom of this BPH and I'm disturbed about this for two reasons: (1) I don't think my symptom is a bad thing (in fact, I think it's a good thing), and (2) I don't know what the heck BPH is.

The FLOMAX commercial warns those of us who are troubled by the need to get up at night to "go" that we might have some kind of problem. Here's a rundown of my symptom: When I need to "go," I get up to "go." To my untrained eye, I'm thinking I would have a greater problem if I did NOT get up to "go." So, in spite of seeing this commercial a number of times and having its haunting message play over and over again in my head, I have chosen a number of times to go ahead and get up to "go," and I don't think that means I need medical help.

I'm not a doctor here, but I think my self-diagnosis is pretty solid. I've even listened to basketball legend Earl "the Pearl" Monroe talk about how FLOMAX helped him, but I'm sticking to my guns on this one.

Someone pass the word to Earl about this. He might want to read this post to see how he might be trying to fix something that's not broken...

[BLOGGER'S DISCLAIMER: The blogger's post is intended only to poke fun at the FLOMAX commercial; it does not intend to make light of BPH (whatever that is).]

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