Today Is Brought To You By The Letter ‘L’
Laps (only a few, but still laps). Laundry. Law library. Litigation. Lunch.
Now I think I’m going to skip M and let N for nap sponsor the balance of the afternoon.
Woohoo. Went over to RadDoc today for pictures, and the old adage is still true: we’re all beautiful on the inside. The very cool staff took some chest X-rays to make sure none of the little seeds had migrated to my lungs. RadDoc and I went over those pics (no migration, no problems), and also a lovely shot taken of my pelvic region shot last Monday after the procedure. That one was the wierd one – normal X-ray stuff like bones and marking lines, then…
I had some goals for this morning. Modest goals, but goals none the less. I started off this morning by dropping $1.50 into a newspaper machine while sleepwalking Pongo before I realized they hadn’t delivered the Sunday paper yet. Then I spent a big chunk of the morning cleaning out 47 comments left by some spambot pointing to a porn site. Grrrr. I like porn as much as the next guy, but I’ll choose which sites I point to, and it certainly won’t be kiddie porn, thankyouverymuch.
Stuff Getting Done
Busy Saturday here at casa. A bit of cooking (more Jello), a bit of cleaning (digging spam out of the comments), and some classic entertainment (The Great Dictator, Charles Chaplin’s wonderful 1940 movie).
Except for the spam, I’d call it a good day. With the spam, even knowing I’m not alone doesn’t help. I don’t want this site to be a referrer for porn or anything else that I don’t choose. I’ve banned a few I.P.s and decided to let Moveable Type remove HTML from the comments until this fad passes. I love the comments received at this site and generally even those that disagree with me give me interesting conversation and are a lot of fun. I hope I won’t have to go further.
But that’s enough for the day. My Jello is cooling and it’s almost time for my next nap.
Relearning The Limits
Today was about relearning some limits. What’s the best way to learn, grasshopper? Why to attempt and fail, of course. After the big successes yesterday I thought I was ready to get out-and-about. I was wrong.
The day started off well. I did a bit of work, trying to keep the practice going. My parents came down and took me out to lunch. They brought fresh, tasty chocolate chip cookies and bought me a book I’d been waiting for too. We had a great time and I thought I was doing pretty well. We even took a swing by the office to pick up my mail. Then I came home and crashed. I don’t know whether it was the big meds from Monday finally wearing off or the radiation starting to kick in, but I’m beat. From a long lunch and a few errands. Pongo’s been giving me that look that’s the equivalent of reading me the riot act: you know better!
For tonight, now that dinner and meds are out of the way: big, soft, comfy, chair and several remote controls. Tomorrow I’ll start my new book: Every Second Counts. Some good people strongly recommended Lance Armstrong’s first account of his battle with cancer this summer and it came at a great time for me. The impact it made was very personal, and it certainly was one of those works that entered my life at exactly the right time for me. That book will always be very important to me, and I hope this one compares.
Months +3 and Days +1
Today marks three months from my diagnosis with prostate cancer and the first day since starting the treatment. No gory treatment pictures. No gory stories. The truth is that despite the fact that I was under “conscious” sedation for this outpatient procedure, I remember very, very little between the painkiller injections and the nurse telling be to get dressed. But somehow five hours had passed, I was kinda sore in sensitve spots and this catheter bag had somehow been attached to my body. Then this morning I was as proud as a newly toilet-trained two-year-old when the catheter was removed and I was able to pee on my own. Sorry, no pics of that either. Not experiencing as much discomfort as I expected, but I’m not yet man enough to go off the Vicodin and see if I’ll still be singing the same tune. I’m sure the tone of some of these posts will change as the radiation kicks in, but for now this is going pretty smooth.
I’d planned on a few slow days and except for one little transaction there’s no work on the calendar for a few days, and no swimming for a while either. Lots of TV and Pongo time has been blocked off. No need to vote today either; I took care of that a while ago.
Thanks again for all the good thoughts, well wishes, support, visits and drives to the appointments.
Looking For The Lead-Lined Jockeys
I’m remembering why I’m seldom up this early. I wouldn’t be up this early today either if it wasn’t for an appointment with RadDoc in 97 minutes. Oh well. At least after all the “preparations” for the procedure I feel ten pounds lighter. Literally.
Yes, I am still alive. I’ve just been very busy wrapping up some client matters. And stocking up on bland, easily-digestible, food. But while I’m here, can anyone give me a good pill-to-box ratio for mixing Vicodin and Jello?