There are 3 types of muscles in the human body and at a count of over 650. Some folks will estimate there are over 800 muscles; let those geeky anatomy wonks debate and decide.
Here is some Amazing: we think about what we want to do, our muscles take over and accomplish the task.
I want to drink that beer so my brain says to many muscles all over my body, move my arm while maybe counterbalancing a load with my feet and perhaps engage some stability with my abdominals and some spinal muscles, then grasp the can/glass/container without crushing or cutting my hand and lift it to my mouth so I may use other muscles to slurp up the elixir known as Chocolate Oak Aged Yeti Imperial Stout (insert your favorite beverage) and various other muscles will begin digestion.
When I think about what happens while drinking a beer while riding my bike, well, our brains and our bodies are fairly miraculous.
This week at pelvic therapy, after some examination of more liquid diaries it was suggested that I consume too much liquid and then wait too long to break the seal.
Here’s some cursory Human Biology 101. When you consume a liquid, something happens in the stomach and then the kidneys secrete liquid waste through some tubes to your bladder. The bladder is surrounded by a muscle that expands and at some point this muscle, the Detrusor, is supposed to contract, squeezing your bladder in that ever glorious action of relief known in alleyways and cornfields around the world until no more internal liquid remains.
That’s how it’s supposed to work.
If you’re like me, apparently, you drink and drink and drink and the red light saying “Empty Me Soon” is slow to ignite or you may have had to train yourself to ignore it, to hold it in because you’re not wearing extra capacity Depends that day and you have no time to get to that glorious porcelain Honda.
Like a limp rubber band that’s been stretched beyond it’s limit of elasticity the Detrusor has lost some ability to contract so even though you may find yourself peeing for minutes on end, your bladder, dear friend, ain’t empty.
Distended Detrusor, why do you hate me?
Kegels, for godssakes, Kegels! is what you might find yourself yelling at me. True, Kegels and exercising the muscles of the pelvic floor are just as beneficial for men as women, however in this case, my therapist mentioned that Kegels are good for stopping the flow through the garden hose (her words, not mine, I swear).
I had been scheduled for four more weekly visits after my initial visit and physical exam. It was suggested I don’t need to be seen weekly, as apparently I was successful during my exam. No, I didn’t enjoy having a strange finger up my butt, but I was able to achieve the desired muscular relaxation through some diaphragmatic breathing and conversation with my new friend, the Gray Wall. Not a proper cocktail in sight at the time.
My current homework consists of more detailed liquid diaries and paying closer attention to Z amount of ounces in = Z amount of ounces out with the knowledge that the average human bladder holds between 13 to 20 fluid ounces.
Again, we’ve all heard 8 glasses of water per day throughout our lives. I prefer to use the guideline of using my current weight in imperial pounds, dividing that by half, using that figure in fluid ounces, hence, I need 107.5 ounces of fluids per day, 107.5 oz is my “X”.
For years I’ve been consuming on a regular basis just less than twice X every day. Clearly, something is out of whack.
I have two more sessions.