What follows is something of an emergency column. All of yesterday's writing had to be scrapped. I’m now down at the bottom of Column Mountain, squinting up through the clouds and mist, trying to work out again what’s the best route to climb. Last night, I knew the dreaded urinary tract infection (UTI) had once again exploded from my bladder. No pain, no fever, but having just had a pee, I felt the desperate urge to do another one. Once again, the ability to actually wee out of my penis was back, which only happens with a UTI ever since my sphincter door smashed shut circa 2011. All completely involuntarily, mind; it would just pump away merrily on its own all night. There'd also be an accompanying light burning sensation, the classic UTI symptom. I sort of treasure it — anything that reminds me of the life that's passed. Yup, I can get flowery and maudlin with the best of 'em. Soz. Lucky preparation. By rights, I’m usually being shipped off to the hospital right about now, rather than actually writing. Strangely, I feel fine. How come? Well, this time I was ready. I’d just done another full dose of steroids to fight off last week’s ailment of bullous pemphigoid, and that was bound to set off one of the legion of UTI bugs that are firmly embedded in my bladder wall. It’s come down to the antibiotic doxycycline (a tetracycline), which I’ve been prescribed by the lower urinary tract symptoms service at Whittington Hospital. In the past, I'd get a prophylactic dose of something like 50 mg a day; this time, though, it's 200 mg — twice the 100 mg cited in the drug package leaflet. Yes, I really am under the deadline cosh. That’s why this week’s wittering reads more like the setup to a math test. So if I take my pills for two months, how many pills will I need? Come on, it's straightforward — no using your phones. That means you, matey. Actually, with women being three times more likely than us blokes to have multiple sclerosis (MS), you’re probably female. No flirtish laughter to try to get out of it. That goes for you fellas, too. Right, back to the story. It turns out my disease markers are about the same as those taken last October. So after many rounds of high-grade hospital antibiotics, the little critters embedded in my bladder have survived everything. They’re the cockroaches of the bacteria world. Note: Multiple Sclerosis News Today is strictly a news and information website about the disease. It does not provide medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. This content is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always seek the advice of your physician or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition. Never disregard professional medical advice or delay in seeking it because of something you have read on this website. The opinions expressed in this column are not those of Multiple Sclerosis News Today or its parent company, BioNews, and are intended to spark discussion about issues pertaining to multiple sclerosis.