Him's Back (sorry for the pun)

There’s a good reason why I haven’t been updating. That reason is life. You see it has been a while since I have able to truly live. There were periods of weeks (maybe months) where I just couldn’t do anything because of either pain, exhaustion or sheer disability. Do not worry though. I am better, have been better for a couple weeks now and have sense been using that time to enjoy myself, Her, and life once again.

Still, that doesn’t mean that I have forsaken this blog, nor will I not tell the stories of the events leading up to today. They are just too good for me to keep to myself. Just keep in mind that while reading them it is all in the past and I am better now. OK?

The first story takes place the day before my surgery and the day before that. The surgery I believe was a Wednesday and so on Tuesday I spent the majority of the day lying in bed, hoping the sun goes down so eventually it will come up and I can get cut open. I didn’t do much. Even my sweet sweet escape of World of Warcraft eluded me because I simply couldn’t sit upright enough to play, and being in any other position other than lying down was both painful and painfully exhausting. I drank only to keep my mouth wet and to take my painkillers which had stop killing to pain and instead fought it at a stand still at a certain line. That line was two notches above unbearable. I had also found that that should I not support the front line with more “troops,” another line gets crossed every half hour. So, I laid there. Thinking only of the pain and robbed of two of my greater joys, my computer and eating.

Something that was never brought to my attention was that the pain medication I took (percochet) had a tendency to cause hard stools and/or constipation. I had pretty hard (difficult) craps before but I didn’t know it was because of the medication. I just figured I hadn’t eaten much and therefore hadn’t had much fiber. I actually didn’t find this out until a day AFTER my surgery that the pain meds would give me this much pain.

It’s Tuesday, and I hadn’t shat for 2 days. I don’t eat much at this point so I don’t really have much to shat, I figure today would be a good day. So I go, or at least I try to go. I didn’t know I was constipated so I thought the reason why I couldn’t go and why it was hurting so much was because of my screwed up back. So I try, and I try again. And if you never had constipation it sucks. There’s not much I can really compare it to. There’s a feeling of wanting to release but unable to, there’s pain, you’re sweaty and nekkid (sort of depending on how you go)… it’s kind of like being choked only completely opposite. To avoid this entry to be to scatalicious I’ll say this and then end this entry; I’d rather have diarrhea than constipation. Apparently too much is better than not enough.

Next story will be the surgery and post-op.