Tag Archives: pelvic floor

the power of the pelvic floor ..

12 Sep

Tonight’s offering comes as a result of spending 2 days in lock down with 14 other women …75% of whom where in the same 50Something age range…and one man (some might say he was lucky ~while others would be hugely sympathetic).

While the days were full of mental and emotional stimulation, soul searching and forward planning …they were also peppered with humour, hysterics and coughing (it will be a miracle if we don’t all succumb to the germs that were being shared in droplets amongst all of us …but we ARE a ‘caring n sharing’  kinda bunch).

The conversation was deep and at times very emotional and revealing…but you can always count on light relief from this bunch, with an inappropriate joke or comment to move things back to the comfort zone. Continence2_000

That is ….until someone suddenly has the urgent need to pee. With that amount of heightened energy and emotion in the room, the relief was palpable when a distraction came in the form of a  50Something pelvic floor.. that just couldn’t hold on another second and made a bee line for the bathroom.

Our pelvic floor muscles are so under-rated an under-appreciated. After all, look at the fantastic effort in holding our bits were they belong for 49 years …before, suddenly the are in the hot seat for public humiliation when they begin to fail at 50.

So while you are busy contemplating the meaning of this nonsense ..spare a thought for yours and put it through it’s paces while you thank it for all the hard work over the years. Even you guys can give it a crack… and I promise you will feel it doing you good.

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the need to pee ….

21 Jan

Over recent years I have noticed a very bizarre phenomenon… the need to pee as soon as I pull up in at home and the keys are removed from the ignition.loo2

This strange situation usually happens at the end of the day, when… with great relief I wheel into the garage and begin to unload the shopping (along with all the sundry bags and items collected throughout the day). It’s a though a switch is flicked, and I have to pee….right then and there.. !!!

It quickly becomes a mind game, as I employ every single muscle fibre of my well tuned pelvic floor (at least it once was)…  to buy myself enough time to at least get all the stuff as far as the kitchen before rushing full speed into the bathroom (God help me if the backdoor is locked and my hands are full while I fumble for a key).

But here’s the puzzle…the normal trip home is 30 mins, yet on the odd day that I am travelling from the city it can be up to 2 hours …it makes NO difference how long or short the trip is. Nor does it matter that I make  a conscious habit of going to the loo before leaving the office, it’s just an automatic response to arriving home (mmm what does THAT say?).

I cast my mind back to the 80’s when I worked as a Childbirth Educator… coaching couples in the care and fitness of their pelvic floors, drilling them in their exercises like it was boot camp. I wonder just how bad things would now be without the benefit of all that training.

Guess it’s just another one of the joys of being ‘50 something’ !

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