I already (mostly) knew Ryan had a urinary tract infection. All doubt was removed when the culture results came in this morning. He’s positive for klebsiella, a bacteria that is resistant to multiple antibiotics. It’s good we knew this and can target it with the proper medicine. Ryan will go back on antibiotics today. Not a second too soon, either. Ryan is beginning to feel quite uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, I am becoming more convinced that Ryan is not developing these infections independently of each other. Okay, so I’m not a detective, but I have a hunch (and nothing more) that he is harboring the bacteria all the time. Eradication or ongoing antibiotics will be the only cure. One likely source is his prostrate. Namely, a chronic condition called bacterial prostatis. Diagnosing this is a bitch, though. Especially since Ryan can’t tell us his clinical symptoms. Don’t worry, I have a plan… but it’s going to take some wrangling. With bacterial prostatis, there is absolutely nothing I can do with his diet or physical activity to avoid re-innoculation.
This makes sense that all the proven supplements (and home remedies) have consistently failed. Maybe, just maybe, this condition is what I’ve been missing. Either way, it will be valuable to know for sure.
I’m so angry at myself. All this time I was focused on the urinary system and paid absolutely no attention to the reproductive system. This is a monumental oversight on my part. Hey, I might be wrong with my hunch, but at least I have a source to run down.
I actually started this train of thought based on a conversation with Dr. Rodriguez. Amazingly, Sue was thinking the same way and was doing her own research that was nearly identical. For me, it was based on a two separate discussions. Well, at least I thought so at the time. The first was Ryan’s prostrate. I asked Dr. Rodriguez to check it to see if it were swollen and restricting urine flow. As it turns out, it wasn’t. The second discussion revolved around chronic versus independent infections. It wasn’t until Sue showed me an article that I made a connection. Damn, sometimes I can be so flippin’ dense! Literally, it needed slammed in my face before my feeble mind could piece together this puzzle.