Progress

 

Sinbad had a beautiful tail

Beans and I are just putting in the time to make sure everything is fine, and it is.  I am feeling better each day and seem to be getting my energy back.  I’m told taking antibiotics can knock the wind out of your sails.  I have just one more day to go taking them.

Happy Thanksgiving. The Best Ever for Me!

Earlier this week the waters began to flow like in days of long ago.  I am not so proud to not tell you I cried.  They were tears of joy.  Soon after the fire went down to a smolder from the infection.  There were more tears.  Tears of immense relief.  I have had a urinary tract infection maybe twice in my life.  Neither were as horribly painful as this one.  And now finally, my fluid retention in the badder after voiding is less than 200 milliliters.  This is an acceptable level for men of my age.  I can now cease the self-catheterizations.  They were horrible in their own way but I have to say I so very much appreciated being able to catheterize myself in the wee morning hours a few nights back when I had another complete shut-down brought on by the infection.

It has been a month of misery since this ordeal began back in the desert on October 26.  

I am not rushing back.  I plan to give myself a couple of weeks and see how I do and that everything is functioning well before returning.

I just want to thank you all for your get well wishes and support.  

Happy Thanksgiving to my American followers and to the rest of you all over the world, Oh Happy Day!

 

My Birthday Gift

An infection.  

Yep.  Happy Birthday to me.

It was a long night of burning with little to show for it.

I was told to come in an leave a urine sample.

Hmm...how many hands with pee on them touched this door?

That’s me on the left.

I was so happy that I could produce a sample.

The waterworks were close to a complete shut down again.

I returned an hour later to pick up a prescription of antibiotics.

And the hits just keep on coming.

 

On Being Grateful

Today I turn 72 years of age.  

I have only been in a hospital once, for a hernia repair back when in my thirties.  Twelve years ago when a bout of the flu turned into pneumonia was the first time I ever went to an emergency room for care, twice (that was a life changing event!).  Neither of those events were the fault of my body letting me down and for that I am very grateful.  And so it wasn’t until in my eighth decade of life that I needed medical care and was placed on a prescription drug for the first time due to my body going haywire.  I can take some solace in that.  This current situation I can accept, if I have to, I guess.  It’s no picnic.  The things I am having to go through is giving me a good insight as to the tortures those poor souls had to endure during the Spanish Inquisition.  

 

A Plumbing Problem

I left a small clue as to what is going on with me in the Waiting Room post.  

If you missed it here it is again.

I had a complete shut down of the water works while in the desert.  That is why I drove myself to the emergency room in Blythe.  I had reached critical mass.  

I will spare the blog all the details of the drama and trauma I have had to put up with ever since and yet to experience.  You will be able to read all about it in the upcoming free eBook I am currently working on and hopefully be published after this is over.

All I can say now is this looks to be a long drawn out process in getting the waters to flow freely once again and it appears I will not be returning to the desert anytime soon.

 

Madness Round Two

The lunacy hoarding has officially begun here in Santa Rosa, CA.

The scene at Target.

What is it like where you live?

 

Stocking Up

 What you are looking at is a year’s supply of Beans food.  If I told you how much this cost you’d think I was crazy or I really love my cat.  There are also bags of kibble, it too grain free.

Nothing but the best for her.

On the medical front it is just a matter of waiting.  I go back on the 16th.  

Meanwhile I feel great and wouldn’t know anything is amiss if I didn’t know otherwise.

The Waiting Room

I arrived at my doctor appointment and was so happy to see this in the waiting room.  I so despise ever going to the doctor mainly because I do not want to be around all those sick and infected people.  I asked the receptionist “You remember when things were normal?”  She nodded.  “So back in normal times there would have been a lot of people in here?”  She smiled behind her mask and said there would be.

You know, if you just look hard enough you can find good aspects about this pandemic.

 

Voting and Normal

However this election turns out I so did not want to be where I am now.

I wish I was back in the safety of the desert in Arizona.

Will we ever see life normal again?

New Tail Lights

We made it back to the house in Santa Rosa, CA. Friday afternoon.  While I wait for the wheels of the medical industry grind ever so slowly onward I am doing a few projects.  You will recall Tracy and I driving together south to Quartzsite, AZ.  Following behind she noticed she couldn’t see my brake lights, especially if the sun was shining on them.  I had no idea.  “I can’t believe no one ever told you.”

These are replacement lights I installed several years ago when the original lights failed.  Some thing I picked up at Autozone or the like while on the road.  Well evidently they weren’t worth a toot. 

There are brake and turn lights lower and as you can see with Gracie back there they are partially hidden.

I had already ordered replacement lights through Amazon before the medical issue came upon me.  I waited until their Wednesday delivery before starting out on the long journey back to Northern California.

Now there are 11 LED brake light bulbs on each side and I added LED turn indicator lights which were not there before.  This took far too long to install (electrics not my strong point) but this is now much better.