Back from the urologist. Parking lot mostly empty. The hospital is closed, taped off, there's a sign pointing to the emergency clinic a few hundred yards away. There I walked in and was accosted by a guy in a mask holding what looked like a weapon. He grilled me whether I have a cough or appetite problems as he took my temperature with the weapon. Then pointed me down a long hallway toward the hospital. It reminded me of the movie, 28 Days, where the guy wakes up in a deserted hospital. The Uro asked how I was doing. He seemed to be having a bad day so I lied and said okay. He says I'm doing well, need mild increase in dosage and if still a problem in 6 months then botox injections. I didn't ask where, I didn't want to know.
The PSA was 0.5 Normal he said.