Nothing of Import

Just a quick update (what I had for breakfast)…

There’s nothing of any social significance in this post; I simply feel like I should write something so people don’t think I’ve forgotten my blog.

It’s been two weeks since my “procedure,” and my right “boy” is still the size of a rather elongated lemon. The fierce, piercing pain is gone (thankfully), but I’m still all bruised, tender, achy and sore — like you’d expect of a bruised testicle the size of a lemon, I guess. It’s hard for me to walk very far, and getting in and out of the car is particularly painful. I can sit long enough to get some work done, but it’s not comfortable. The doctor tells me it could be weeks before the swelling goes down noticeably and months before it’s gone. I’ve quit taking painkillers about a week ago, but I still take ibuprofin almost every day. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have Dagmar — she’s been incredibly patient, kind, helpful, caring… She’s the best. She really takes good care of me, and I’m grateful. The cat, on the other hand, who weighs about fifteen pounds, likes to jump in my lap unexpectedly. Dagmar’s had several heart-to-hearts with Fruitloop about that. He seems to listen.

I’ve been busy taking care of that, getting my eight hours’ of work in at the print shop every day (gotta work part of the weekend, which makes me unhappy), developing a couple freelance web sites, and learning a whole slew of new software on the fly. (Just once I wish I could learn new software BEFORE I have an important project that needs to be done using said software. It would be nice to at least skim the book before getting tossed to the wolves…) I’ve had so much going on the past month my head is spinning. I’m reasonably close to getting most of my projects wrapped up, so with luck the next few weeks won’t be so hectic and I can concentrate on healing my busted nut and trying to find a way to freelance my way out of the print shop.

Dagmar got her hair done today and looks fantastic! I’ll get a photo of her new doo soon.

I hope everything is right in your respective worlds, and that the winter is treating you gently! Only 17 more months ’till spring!

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8 thoughts on “Nothing of Import

  1. SkylersDad

    Thanks for visiting my blog, I am reading through you stuff and I really like it! Damn funny stuff, I remember my procedure on the boys several years ago. I didn’t have much swelling, but they missed the correct tubes on both side, so there was quite a bit of pain during the procedure.

    Remember: It’s only minor surgery when it is happenening to somebody else!

  2. Leonesse

    I feel for your jewels. I haven’t heard many stories like yours. Once it is healed you will be very glad you did it. I still can’t believe they put you out, though. Never have heard of that one.

  3. Chris

    Hey Leonesse! Glad to see you back.

    They didn’t really put me under… The doc sad they were gonna give me a “relaxant” via IV — it wasn’t anesthesia. She said it helps to keep the boys from moving around while she’s fiddlin’ with ’em. I simply fell asleep while they were working on me. (I’m an insomniac. I’m constantly wandering around in a half-daze… If anything at all makes me feel sleepy I take advantage of it!)

  4. The Guv'ner

    Dude, you need one of those nice donut cushions full of air for that wounded soldier of yours! šŸ™‚ I can’t believe you’re STILL in agony with the damn thing. Cats don’t appreciate human suffering I don’t think. Don’t think for a second Fruitloop doesn’t know about that nut. šŸ™‚

  5. katrocket

    That photo of Dagmar and Fruitloop is TOO CUTE! I’m sorry to hear you’re still wincing your way through the day. This is probably not a good time to make the ol’ “if life gives you lemons” joke, right?


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