Much ow.
Today started with a urology appointment. I have decided that I do not like having cameras shoved up my dick, no matter how tiny they are. This likely generalizes to shoving things up my dick in general, but I do not desire to perform the experiment to find out.
The cardiology appointment which followed was routine, and I went from there to the Indivisible weekly protest outside Sen. Wyden and Rep. Blumenauer's offices. That turned out to be a waste of time; same old people doing same old stuff -- only they've been doing it long enough now that the news stations have started to notice it, I saw 3 professional cameras in evidence. So I left to get lunch at the nearby mall, and somewhere in there my body figured out it had been insulted and I lost bladder control and started peeing blood. Fortunately, I made it to a bathroom on time -- this time.
Foolishly, I decided to continue on my Good Samaritan errand, and went to Megan's house to check out the mess her suddenly-departing husband had left of their mid-renovation kitchen. I'd stopped peeing blood at this point, but bladder control had not returned, and I peed myself twice en route. Got done with that, got home, put clothes in laundry, and spent the rest of the afternoon peeing a painful quarter-cup every five minutes or so.
We already knew my prostate was enlarged, and as a result of the camera-poking we have determined that my urinary system is otherwise fine. Yay. Still, ow.
Tomorrow I go up to Brian's for another round of work on the trailer -- probably wearing Depends while so doing. TWo or three steps to finish the roof and be done with that part, and I also want to get everything *out* of the trailer and inventoried, and put in the insulation on the front part and roof and nail plywood over it to seal it in. For bonus points, install the second window. Window or not, then repack the trailer with everything I'm not throwing away, and back to Portland. That's probably going to end up being two days work. I also want to get my response off to Julia at Portland Forward, and continue researching Sunrise, Wayfinding, and Renew. Also continue writing Iron Fireman, detailing his neglect by his namesake and his turn to NextUp to become the VoteBot.
That's enough planning. Bedtime.
The cardiology appointment which followed was routine, and I went from there to the Indivisible weekly protest outside Sen. Wyden and Rep. Blumenauer's offices. That turned out to be a waste of time; same old people doing same old stuff -- only they've been doing it long enough now that the news stations have started to notice it, I saw 3 professional cameras in evidence. So I left to get lunch at the nearby mall, and somewhere in there my body figured out it had been insulted and I lost bladder control and started peeing blood. Fortunately, I made it to a bathroom on time -- this time.
Foolishly, I decided to continue on my Good Samaritan errand, and went to Megan's house to check out the mess her suddenly-departing husband had left of their mid-renovation kitchen. I'd stopped peeing blood at this point, but bladder control had not returned, and I peed myself twice en route. Got done with that, got home, put clothes in laundry, and spent the rest of the afternoon peeing a painful quarter-cup every five minutes or so.
We already knew my prostate was enlarged, and as a result of the camera-poking we have determined that my urinary system is otherwise fine. Yay. Still, ow.
Tomorrow I go up to Brian's for another round of work on the trailer -- probably wearing Depends while so doing. TWo or three steps to finish the roof and be done with that part, and I also want to get everything *out* of the trailer and inventoried, and put in the insulation on the front part and roof and nail plywood over it to seal it in. For bonus points, install the second window. Window or not, then repack the trailer with everything I'm not throwing away, and back to Portland. That's probably going to end up being two days work. I also want to get my response off to Julia at Portland Forward, and continue researching Sunrise, Wayfinding, and Renew. Also continue writing Iron Fireman, detailing his neglect by his namesake and his turn to NextUp to become the VoteBot.
That's enough planning. Bedtime.