Your own Discovery Channel special.
First and foremost, happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there. Hopefully you had an enjoyable day!
It was a mostly enjoyable weekend, having spent most of the day Saturday at Heather and Gamal's place. It was a day of gaming, fun, meeting new people, Apples to Apples, and drunken revelry, although I didn't partake of any alcohol. They only live 20 minutes away--why it took a few years to hook up with them again I'll never know. It won't be the case again. I had a blast.
The only real unenjoyable parts involved every time I had a bowel movement. Since having the colonoscopy a couple of weeks ago, I haven't been fully right. All that manhandling has caused me some painful irritation in the surgery area, and has led to some bloody bowel movements in the process. So I've been trying to take it as easy as possible, but I still need to have a shit or two every day, which has been the source of dread in recent days, and will be for the foreseeable future.
I go in for round 2 of surgery on Thursday; from what I've been told, it's minor stuff--the seton that's been in me has now served its purpose in correcting a fistula, and now needs to come out. So that's the main thing--also, there will be some more debridement and cleaning of the wound so that last September's surgery can (hopefully) heal the rest of the way. I'm looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time--I'm looking forward to this because it'll make cleaning up after a bowel movement easier (not having to worry about residual shit hanging off a plastic lanyard dangling out of my ass and staying there), but the not-looking forward part comes in because this time, I don't have the benefit of having 2 months of sick/vacation time saved. I was out just long enough where I drained all my time, which meant that during the whole 2 months I was out, I only lost one day's pay. Now, I only have 2 weeks saved. Even though the doc doesn't seem to think that recovery will be long, I'm still worried that I'll blow through I'll eat up my 2 weeks' vacation, and then stop getting paid.
Regardless, this should be the last surgery; the colonoscopy revealed that I am healing, and that the IV medication's working. I have to think positively. I know for certain that going into this upcoming surgery, I feel exponentially better than I did going into last September's first surgery. It gives me hope that I won't be out for long, and that I can finally get back to normal. I miss being a husband to my wife, which is probably the most depressing thing about this whole affair. I'd also like to have sex with my wife without worrying that the vigorous activity will result in me opening up and bleeding the next day.
In time, this'll be history. For now, though, I take it day by day. I just hope I'm well enough to see my family on Cape Cod in a few weeks.
But again, we'll get there when we get there. For now, I rest.
It was a mostly enjoyable weekend, having spent most of the day Saturday at Heather and Gamal's place. It was a day of gaming, fun, meeting new people, Apples to Apples, and drunken revelry, although I didn't partake of any alcohol. They only live 20 minutes away--why it took a few years to hook up with them again I'll never know. It won't be the case again. I had a blast.
The only real unenjoyable parts involved every time I had a bowel movement. Since having the colonoscopy a couple of weeks ago, I haven't been fully right. All that manhandling has caused me some painful irritation in the surgery area, and has led to some bloody bowel movements in the process. So I've been trying to take it as easy as possible, but I still need to have a shit or two every day, which has been the source of dread in recent days, and will be for the foreseeable future.
I go in for round 2 of surgery on Thursday; from what I've been told, it's minor stuff--the seton that's been in me has now served its purpose in correcting a fistula, and now needs to come out. So that's the main thing--also, there will be some more debridement and cleaning of the wound so that last September's surgery can (hopefully) heal the rest of the way. I'm looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time--I'm looking forward to this because it'll make cleaning up after a bowel movement easier (not having to worry about residual shit hanging off a plastic lanyard dangling out of my ass and staying there), but the not-looking forward part comes in because this time, I don't have the benefit of having 2 months of sick/vacation time saved. I was out just long enough where I drained all my time, which meant that during the whole 2 months I was out, I only lost one day's pay. Now, I only have 2 weeks saved. Even though the doc doesn't seem to think that recovery will be long, I'm still worried that I'll blow through I'll eat up my 2 weeks' vacation, and then stop getting paid.
Regardless, this should be the last surgery; the colonoscopy revealed that I am healing, and that the IV medication's working. I have to think positively. I know for certain that going into this upcoming surgery, I feel exponentially better than I did going into last September's first surgery. It gives me hope that I won't be out for long, and that I can finally get back to normal. I miss being a husband to my wife, which is probably the most depressing thing about this whole affair. I'd also like to have sex with my wife without worrying that the vigorous activity will result in me opening up and bleeding the next day.
In time, this'll be history. For now, though, I take it day by day. I just hope I'm well enough to see my family on Cape Cod in a few weeks.
But again, we'll get there when we get there. For now, I rest.