This is going to probably be one of those updates that are like guests that over stay their welcome. But it's the end of August and if I don't talk about these stories now then it'll be too late to tell them at all and they will forever be forgotten in my mind that's like a steel siv.
First story: I thank god that I'm a man.
I don't have a lot to complain about my life. I'm one of the few people that actually enjoys going to work, my family doesn't really fight a lot, I have no significant debt, I've got food to eat, a car that works, and a girl that loves me. So I'm not complaining about my life, far from it. There are however times when I feel "disjointed." It's a feeling marked with some disconnection with the world, as if my plug into the matrix had been tripped over and some new intern is desperately trying to fumble my connection back into my head.
I was actually looking forward to letting Her take me to synagogue (I affectionately call it "gog"). I'm not a spiritual person let alone religious and my attitude towards religion is probably similar to some people's attitude to plushies; some times it's weird, some times you really want them to stop but for the most part it's harmless and if people want to do it whatever, please don't do it in front of me or better yet don't tell me.
So, in a moment of weakness (bad connection to the matrix, stupid intern) I actually was hoping that the "gog" and jewish religion would bring about a reboot, a reconnect if you will. Sadly (happily?) that didn't really happen. I did enjoy myself more than I usually did though as we (they) discussed labor day and to remember and appreciate the people oh whom this holiday is SUPPOSED to be for but in a cruel twist of reality are the only ones that are working on that day.
So thank you, person who was working at the wedding place we visited this weekend.
Thank you, mailmen, trashmen, firemen and various other government workers.
Thank you, farmers, retail people, janitors and various service industry workers.
Thank you movie theater workers, grocers, food service and other entertainment workers.
Thank you all for working so hard in making all our lives livable. I promise to stay inside and give you guys as little trouble as possible during your day that you were supposed to be napping instead of helping me. Thank you.
So I'm disjointed. As I'm just about to utter a complaint a person I know falls flat on her head. Why does she fall flat on her head? Because she was was having such a rough part of the month that she just passed out from the loss of blood. Now, I've given blood before and I've given up to two pints of blood in a sitting but I have never felt like I was going to pass out. So I can only imagine how much blood one has to lose to want to pass out.
So I get it, my life it good. I've got nothing to complain about. I'm a man, and I don't bleed out of my cock. So I'm good whoever's listening. I've got no complaints. Thanks.
Story 2: We've got babies and I'm going to eat them.
Check out how big of a genius Her is. Not only did she convince me to buy some herbs, but she got me to plant them with her. Not only am I now being tested on my ability to be nurturing and sustain life but she also made me think it was my idea, and that I've always wanted to do this. Not only am being watched I even think it's great! How she did this should never document should men and women ever be equal. Know this however, I will eat them one day and it will be delicious.
Story 3: Wedding venue visit
We went to a place that Her fell in love with from the internet this weekend. We went with her parents and... and... God I'm still fucking exhausted from all of it. Ask her to tell you about it.
Story 4: The gay pride parade
We went to a gay pride parade because Her has never been to a parade before let alone a gay pride parade which, of the parades that exists are the most colorful. I've got a bunch of pictures but don't know if I'm allowed to post them. I guess I'll have to save them for a post in the future and... and...
.....
God I'm tired of talking. You must be tired of me talking by now. I guess I'll leave it here for August, see you in September.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Vids for some or all of you
Because sometimes you want to put something up but are too tired to think of stuff.
Good thing there's youtube.
For the people who read into stuff way too much...
For some of my friends of whom may eventually have a daughter...
Quality Time With The Kids - Watch more free videos
For anyone who likes cute things and/or bored engineers with pets.
Good thing there's youtube.
For the people who read into stuff way too much...
For some of my friends of whom may eventually have a daughter...
Quality Time With The Kids - Watch more free videos
For anyone who likes cute things and/or bored engineers with pets.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Where was I? Oh yes, less pain...
I really don't have too much to say about my hospital stay. I was only there for a day maybe two and everyone has heard every "hospital food sucks" joke I can think of.
Still, much kudos to Her for staying right next to me for nearly the entire time, helping me out and then putting up with me when I got back home.
... There's a lolcat for every occasion.
In any case to this day I'm still not 100%. On the outside you would not be able to tell, but I still can't run, jump and lift things like a normal person. Sometimes though I can't help myself and let loose a small joyful bound. Most of the time it either involves Her or videogames.
13 days until Spore is released. SQUEEEEE!
Ooops, I think I jumped around a bit too much there...
Still, much kudos to Her for staying right next to me for nearly the entire time, helping me out and then putting up with me when I got back home.
... There's a lolcat for every occasion.
In any case to this day I'm still not 100%. On the outside you would not be able to tell, but I still can't run, jump and lift things like a normal person. Sometimes though I can't help myself and let loose a small joyful bound. Most of the time it either involves Her or videogames.
13 days until Spore is released. SQUEEEEE!
Ooops, I think I jumped around a bit too much there...
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Profile Update!
Work has been busier than expected so not as many updates as I would have liked. But I updated my profile some so go check that out if you don't already know who I am I guess. ^_^
Monday, August 11, 2008
Cutting Him Open
Before I start talking about the last surgery I just want to point out two websites that are covering the Olympic Medal progress.
The official site
The NY Times site
Ok on with the story.
The actual amount of waiting I had to do in the waiting room wasn't all that much. It was actually quite pleasant all things considered. My thigh and back felt as if it was being clamp between some giant with unpleasantly chapped fingers but I got a really fat wheelchair so it was alright. Seriously, imagine how fat a wheelchair has to be in order for me to be amused just by sitting in it. I mean it dwarfed me and was quite comfortable. By the way, I want it to be noted here how difficult it was to NOT put in a your mom joke in that last sentence. I really wanted to put something like "the chair was huge; it would have almost fit your mom..." or something like that but because I'm going to try and be a little more hi-brow I will only talk about talking about your mom.
The real waiting came when I got into my hospital gown and laid in bed in some little hospital cubby. They checked out my vitals and prepped me and have me comfy blankets, but it was still a lot of waiting. Eventually I was able to get some visitors in my cubby so my parents and Her came in to visit and make the waiting a little more bearable. Lying down I was in significantly less pain so that whole situation was far more pleasent even taking into account that I didn't get to sit in a ridiculously large seat with wheels.
After a few hours of waiting for the doctors and nurses to clean up what must have been a glorious gory mess (for the time it took for them to do it it better have been), it was my turn to go in. I'm wheeled into a bright room that was bitterly cold. I was very thankful for the prewarmed blankets that the nurse had given me. I didn't even remember when I was knocked out, they didn't tell me to count or anything. I guess they just doped me up while I was in the middle of talking to everyone to shut me up.
So I was out. I didn't have any cool dreams, didn't wake up in the middle of it, nothing. Sigh...
I woke up in pain. Horrible amounts of pain, and the pain was incredible. It was an incredibly horrible thing to wake up to as you can imagine. I did my best not to move around too much for extreme panic of not quite knowing what was going on and for fear of making it worse. The hurting did make me shake a lot and it wasn't until a nurse told me to my tear soaked face that I had done well and everything was ok, that I started getting over the sudden over-stimulation and started being able to manage the pain. They probably gave me some painkillers too which probably helped a bunch. I don't know for certain but eventually I got the morphine drip button which was probably the happiest moment I had in that hospital.
Go happy button - ..::click::..
Ahhh it was so great, almost as good as your mom.
More later.
The official site
The NY Times site
Ok on with the story.
The actual amount of waiting I had to do in the waiting room wasn't all that much. It was actually quite pleasant all things considered. My thigh and back felt as if it was being clamp between some giant with unpleasantly chapped fingers but I got a really fat wheelchair so it was alright. Seriously, imagine how fat a wheelchair has to be in order for me to be amused just by sitting in it. I mean it dwarfed me and was quite comfortable. By the way, I want it to be noted here how difficult it was to NOT put in a your mom joke in that last sentence. I really wanted to put something like "the chair was huge; it would have almost fit your mom..." or something like that but because I'm going to try and be a little more hi-brow I will only talk about talking about your mom.
The real waiting came when I got into my hospital gown and laid in bed in some little hospital cubby. They checked out my vitals and prepped me and have me comfy blankets, but it was still a lot of waiting. Eventually I was able to get some visitors in my cubby so my parents and Her came in to visit and make the waiting a little more bearable. Lying down I was in significantly less pain so that whole situation was far more pleasent even taking into account that I didn't get to sit in a ridiculously large seat with wheels.
After a few hours of waiting for the doctors and nurses to clean up what must have been a glorious gory mess (for the time it took for them to do it it better have been), it was my turn to go in. I'm wheeled into a bright room that was bitterly cold. I was very thankful for the prewarmed blankets that the nurse had given me. I didn't even remember when I was knocked out, they didn't tell me to count or anything. I guess they just doped me up while I was in the middle of talking to everyone to shut me up.
So I was out. I didn't have any cool dreams, didn't wake up in the middle of it, nothing. Sigh...
I woke up in pain. Horrible amounts of pain, and the pain was incredible. It was an incredibly horrible thing to wake up to as you can imagine. I did my best not to move around too much for extreme panic of not quite knowing what was going on and for fear of making it worse. The hurting did make me shake a lot and it wasn't until a nurse told me to my tear soaked face that I had done well and everything was ok, that I started getting over the sudden over-stimulation and started being able to manage the pain. They probably gave me some painkillers too which probably helped a bunch. I don't know for certain but eventually I got the morphine drip button which was probably the happiest moment I had in that hospital.
Go happy button - ..::click::..
Ahhh it was so great, almost as good as your mom.
More later.
"Summer Classes for Men"
Saw this on one of my gaming guild forums and thought it was funny. Wanted to write a response for women but thought better of it because it would seem sexist on that forum. I have no problem doing it on my own blog though! Original post and my version after.
Summer Classes for Men at THE LEARNING CENTER
REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED
by Friday, August 27th 2008
NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL
OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM
Class 1
How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM ..
Class 2
The Toilet Paper Roll--Does It Change Itself?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.
Class 3
Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub?--Group Practice.
Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor--Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.
Class 5
Dinner Dishes--Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?
Examples on Video.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning
at 7:00 PM.
Class 6
Loss Of Identity--Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM.
Class 7
Learning How To Find Things--Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming.
Open Forum.
Monday at 8:00 PM , 2 hours.
Class 8
Health Watch--Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.
Graphics and Audio Tapes.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 9
Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost--Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.
Class 10
Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.
Class 11
Learning to Live--Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife.
Online Classes and role-playing.
Tuesdays at 7:00 PM , location to be determined.
Class 12
How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion.
Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM ..
Class 13
How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy--Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.
Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 14
The Stove/Oven--What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM , location to be determined.
Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.
My response...
Summer Classes for Women at THE LEARNING CENTER
REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED
by Friday, August 27th 2008
NOTE: DUE TO THE OVERWHELMINGLY SIMPLICITY
OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE UNLIMITED AND NO NOTES ARE ALLOWED TO BE TAKEN.
Relax and stop over thinking.
Class 1
How To Fill Up The Beer Mug--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 2
Potpourri--Do bathrooms really need rabbit food?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.
Class 3
Peeing Standing Up--You can do it, we can help.
Target class will be scheduled on a future date depending on interest.
Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between A Car With Oil Changed Regularly and Not--Pictures, Diagrams and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.
Class 5
Work Requests--You can either tell us to do something or how to do it, not both.
Therapy sessions on relaxation and letting things go meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 6
Sense of Identity--Not losing your identity to vapid talking heads telling you what you ought to be and how.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM.
Class 7
Learning How To Find Things--Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming at the Man.
Open Forum.
Monday at 8:00 PM , 2 hours.
Class 8
Health Watch--Giving Him Head Is Not Harmful To Your Health and is Great for His.
Graphics, Audio Tapes, Movies, Pamphlets, Demonstrations, Technique Discussions, Models, Guided Tours, Lectures, Virtual Reality simulation, Round Table Discussion, Square Table Discussion, Freakin' ANY and all Discussion, Note Cards, Phone Call Reminders, Telegrams, Sing-O-grams, Money-Grams, Strip-O-Grams, Highway Billboards, and Sky Writing.
Five nights; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday at 7:00 PM for as long as we have to.
Class 9
Real Women Don't Brace Themselves For Everything That Comes Within a 40 ft. Radius of the Car--Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.
Class 10
Is It Genetically Impossible To Parallel Park Well?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.
Class 11
Learning to How to Live with Each Other--Basic Differences Between Not Remembering and Not Caring.
Online Classes and role-playing.
Tuesdays at 7:00 PM , location to be determined.
Class 12
How to be the Ideal Gaming Companion.
Waitressing Exercises, Don't Forget the Funions.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM .
Class 13
How to Fight Dying from Heat and Cold within 5 min of Each Other.--Eat something; preferably something with iron.
One night; When do you want me to pick you up?
Class 14
The Stove/Oven--What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration--Yea, you too.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM , location to be determined.
Upon completion of all of the above courses, halos will be issued to the students.
Summer Classes for Men at THE LEARNING CENTER
REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED
by Friday, August 27th 2008
NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL
OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM
Class 1
How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM ..
Class 2
The Toilet Paper Roll--Does It Change Itself?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.
Class 3
Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub?--Group Practice.
Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor--Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.
Class 5
Dinner Dishes--Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?
Examples on Video.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning
at 7:00 PM.
Class 6
Loss Of Identity--Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM.
Class 7
Learning How To Find Things--Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming.
Open Forum.
Monday at 8:00 PM , 2 hours.
Class 8
Health Watch--Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.
Graphics and Audio Tapes.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 9
Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost--Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.
Class 10
Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.
Class 11
Learning to Live--Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife.
Online Classes and role-playing.
Tuesdays at 7:00 PM , location to be determined.
Class 12
How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion.
Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM ..
Class 13
How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy--Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.
Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 14
The Stove/Oven--What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM , location to be determined.
Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.
My response...
Summer Classes for Women at THE LEARNING CENTER
REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED
by Friday, August 27th 2008
NOTE: DUE TO THE OVERWHELMINGLY SIMPLICITY
OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE UNLIMITED AND NO NOTES ARE ALLOWED TO BE TAKEN.
Relax and stop over thinking.
Class 1
How To Fill Up The Beer Mug--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 2
Potpourri--Do bathrooms really need rabbit food?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.
Class 3
Peeing Standing Up--You can do it, we can help.
Target class will be scheduled on a future date depending on interest.
Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between A Car With Oil Changed Regularly and Not--Pictures, Diagrams and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.
Class 5
Work Requests--You can either tell us to do something or how to do it, not both.
Therapy sessions on relaxation and letting things go meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 6
Sense of Identity--Not losing your identity to vapid talking heads telling you what you ought to be and how.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM.
Class 7
Learning How To Find Things--Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming at the Man.
Open Forum.
Monday at 8:00 PM , 2 hours.
Class 8
Health Watch--Giving Him Head Is Not Harmful To Your Health and is Great for His.
Graphics, Audio Tapes, Movies, Pamphlets, Demonstrations, Technique Discussions, Models, Guided Tours, Lectures, Virtual Reality simulation, Round Table Discussion, Square Table Discussion, Freakin' ANY and all Discussion, Note Cards, Phone Call Reminders, Telegrams, Sing-O-grams, Money-Grams, Strip-O-Grams, Highway Billboards, and Sky Writing.
Five nights; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday at 7:00 PM for as long as we have to.
Class 9
Real Women Don't Brace Themselves For Everything That Comes Within a 40 ft. Radius of the Car--Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.
Class 10
Is It Genetically Impossible To Parallel Park Well?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.
Class 11
Learning to How to Live with Each Other--Basic Differences Between Not Remembering and Not Caring.
Online Classes and role-playing.
Tuesdays at 7:00 PM , location to be determined.
Class 12
How to be the Ideal Gaming Companion.
Waitressing Exercises, Don't Forget the Funions.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM .
Class 13
How to Fight Dying from Heat and Cold within 5 min of Each Other.--Eat something; preferably something with iron.
One night; When do you want me to pick you up?
Class 14
The Stove/Oven--What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration--Yea, you too.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM , location to be determined.
Upon completion of all of the above courses, halos will be issued to the students.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Where To Get Married
So, I'm trying to be a good fiance and blog so here I go. I never was really sure about what I wanted for my wedding except for a few details. Having an outdoor wedding in a very natural and beautiful environment is one of those things. I also would like a smaller therefore less stressful wedding. Well it seems that having a small wedding is out of the question with both Him and my mother against me (two against one wins I guess). So I have been in search of the other thing (the place I want to get married) and I think I may have found the jackpot (cross your fingers). I'm pretty excited because I recently think I might have found the place I'm going to get married. It's the beach wedding I want but at a place that will please everybody I think. It's handicap accessible for my side of the family and well their food isn't as over priced as other places which means Him should be able to order more of it. It is an hour drive from me though, which is a negative for my mom. However, the way I see it is, if I can't have my 40 person beach wedding well at least I can have the beach part. Right now my plan is to be super excited about this place so if it does end up being as good as it seems on line my fiance and mother will have to feel really really guilty about saying no 'cause it will make me sad. Now I just have to hope Him doesn't read this before we go on the 30th or it will ruin my big plan.
If all goes well I'll come back and post some links to pictures or something, plus it will give me another reason to blog.
If all goes well I'll come back and post some links to pictures or something, plus it will give me another reason to blog.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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.
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.
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