I went for my first appointment with the urologist this morning. The first thing they did was give me a cup. Laughed and told the nurse I already knew what to do with that. After sitting and talking with the doctor. One of the wonderful questions on the sheet was if you are being treated for a mental illness. So I said the PTSD and left it at that. He seemed fine with it and said that he wouldn't have to do anything with my private area today. He looked over the test of the sample I gave them this morning. It came back with moderate leaves of both red and white blood cells in it. And some bactria, but it was normal stuff that's found on your skin. So he said he wanted another sample. HEREs where I have my freak out. They needed to put a cathater in to get a sample directly from my bladder. But I had a really nice nurse who come in and got the cathater sample. She was very nice and was making jokes with me and really made it easy, even though I was ready to jump off the table in complete fear. At one point she told me to not fall off the table cause I had made it to the edge. I made it through and hope I don't have to do that any time soon again. They gave me more antibiotics and I have to have an ultrasound done friday morning at the hospital on my kidneys and bladder. I just want to go and hide under the covers. I still hurt from what they did this morning.