Back from the Quack

Ok, we're back from the doctor's appointment.
Everything is cool, everything is fine.
It's more or less what Melissa talked about in comments.
So he prescribed an anti-leakage medication, which is supposed to somewhat alleviate the problem.
To be on the safe side he also prescribed an anti-biotic just in case there is an infection.
He wanted her to give a urine sample, but yeah, the one time she needs to go she can't, so he is treating it like there is a bladder infection, and I see nothing wrong with that.
It's nothing serious, well, it's serious, but it is treatable, at least to a certain extent, and it reminds me of a song by Harry Nilsson, about rather being dead than wetting your bed, and since Harry is dead I guess it was a self fulfilling prophecy, and personally I'd rather wet my bed than be dead, but that's just me.
Time for a shower.
Sing it Harry!