Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Susan, that was hitting below the belt! (not a place where I need to be hit right now!!!) Very effective, though
Moose, gotta say I love the poem but I have to tell ya, your concoction sounds good compared to some of the stuff I've seen here lately.
Good humor, Bob! I've got a return one that describes my feelings pretty well right now...two elephants standing in the meadow surrounded by sheep. Some of the sheep are bright red and laying feet up with x's instead of eyes. Others are grazing. One elephant turns to the other and says, "Hand me another tampon, will you, dear?"...Right now I'm feeling like the tampon.
Getting a real medical education here, which I've never had before, having never been sick with the exception of one bout of hyper-thyroidism and some pesky skin cancers, thanks to my love of the sun.
My original problem of the diverticulitis is the minor problem now. True, when they opened me up there were two abcesses and so much infection that they didn't want to take the chance of it spreading so decided to put anything off until the infection were more under control. WHile they were there poking around, however, they saw that the colon, due to the inflammation, was pressed against the bladder, which was causing the unbearable pain I had been experiencing for some time. Unbeknownst to me, it seems that, when two things like that make contact, they consider it a good idea to bond and become one. When that happens, I am told, it is called a fistula (or something like that) and that's when one learns the true meaning of pain. Fortunately for me, they caught it in time so I may not find out. I now have the privilege of wearing around the second greatest creation of the Marquis de Sade, ( the catheter being the first), a small bag that will take care of things while the colon and bladder go through their divorce proceedings. After around 6-8 weeks they will go in, patch things up, and take care of removing the original part of the colon with the abcesses. From that point on I should be home free and the bag will be history. I was a little bummed out about the bag for a while but I read the pamphlets and, on one page, it said that one could have enjoyable sex with the bag attached. I immediately called my girl and said, "Look! We can have enjoyable sex when I'm wearing the bag!" Since we didn't have sex before the bag, I considered that a plus!
Anyway, I've probably told you more than you wanted to know. It helps a little to write it down, though, and sharing it. The only thing keeping me in the hospital now is a case of dehydration which occured through all of this so I'm guzzling my glasses of water in the hopes I will be reunited with my easy chair soon.
I still continue to say that, being in the hospital, one is constantly reminded that whatever problems one may have are minor compared to what so many poor people are going through all over the world and I will continue to count my blessings for whatever good health I do have and for the friends I have....like all of you. God bless.....