I will be the first to admit that this is not always the most pleasant blog to follow. I have never been exactly shy about letting you now how I really feel. Emotionally and physically. And having had my share of medical issues over the years, many of you have been along for the entire ride and it's not always a lot of fun. Gets gritty at times. Whiny? Sorry.
Got a note the other day that I should turn down the volume on the doomsday device. Fair enough. Just permit me one last slog through the muck.
This week has been a bit of a bitch. I don't react well with narcotics and pain meds and I didn't get to sleep for two days after the surgery, at least not until four in the morning. It completely destroyed my sleep cycle, I am extremely sensitive to opiates. I couldn't crap either. I have a catheter on the end of my penis. It pinches and hurts. It is an engineering problem that half of you will never experience and the other half should hope and pray to the deity of your choice that you never do experience. Sitting is problematic. Urine bags must be changed with regularity or the pressure intensifies the pain.
It gets removed tomorrow, hopefully without complication. I frankly can't wait. Last time out, when the kidney was removed, I developed prostatitis when I removed the catheter and I am crossing my fingers, wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
So what have I been doing? Mostly been on the computer, wasting time, fighting dopey boredom. Have watched practically every Efren Reyes billiard's competition, starting with his 1994 U.S. Open nine ball win over Nick Varner. Pimple popping videos. Mike Tyson's complete first round knockout tapes. Sparred with some crackers on the Orange County Register. Napped. Been eating like a pig. Trying to stay off the phone. And out of the fridge.
Can't really move too much, my muscles are crying out for movement and exercise. Actually did drive yesterday, to look at some stuff and hope to get more back in the normal groove this week.
All in all, I am still elated that the worst did not occur and that I somehow grabbed another lifeline. I am looking forward to hearing from my doctor on my prognosis tomorrow. Best to all. Looking forward to some very good things.
You go, BH!
I don't necessarily think you should listen to the person who told you to be quiet about what you're going through. I'd like to hear it all. At our time of life, lots of friends going through the same or versions of. Best to you, thanks for sharing and your honesty about it all. ~ D.O.
Personally, I enjoy ready everything you write -- the good, the bad and the ugly. Life isn't always a bowl of cherries. The person who put forth their opinion to "tone it down" with regard to what you are currently (and previously) experiencing is certainly entitled to their opinion, but I feel like they are completely off base in stating such fodder. Please continue to share and just be you. Wishing you all the best, Robert. Seems like you may be on the upswing one more time. Good for you!
Do you play pool? If so, when you are all recuperated, or at least ready, and we're in the same area where there's a pool hall or cool bar. Let's shoot some pool! I used to love it. I still would love to with another pool player.
P.S. I may be in P.S. with Bill. Maybe see you there.
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