Yes, six days into the meds, and I am feeling much, much better, thank you. In fact, I feel about 90% normal, which is quite amazing, given the way I felt last Monday. I have benefited from lots of horizontal and comfortable chair time, aided by a stack of books– generally potboilers, rather than any heavy-duty stuff — to help pass the time.
So, you ask, â€œYo, Jimbo what was wrong? Enquiring minds want to know.â€
Well, letâ€™s just say that it was an infection (of unknown etiology) that I have experienced twice before over the last dozen years, and it resides in a spot where no male wants to have an infection. Its symptoms? Letâ€™s just say that, while sitting or lying absolutely still (and properly â€œsupportedâ€), things are OK, but moving around or (gasp!) standing up requires a bit of mental preparation for the surge of pain that would normally accompany a swift kick in the stindeens. (Ladies, it may not be the pain of childbirth, but itâ€™s gotta be right up there.)
Indeed, today, I feel well enough that I might even do a bit of regular posting later, now that I donâ€™t have to deal with the â€œHoly Shit!!â€ moment that previously would have been part of standing up. In fact, tomorrow, we will be heading off to daughterâ€™s house for a MAHvelous Easter dinner.
I want to thank everyone for sending me their best wishes in comments, e-mails and phone calls. I read the comments and e-mails during the brief periods of standing in front of the computer, which were part of side-trips on the way to the bathroom. I was moved and inspired by them. And, as for the comments left by
these three smartasses these three friends of mine, which made me laugh when I didnâ€™t feel much like laughing, let me stress that I did not, do not, and never have had a venereal disease, but thanks for the laugh. Of course, I may personally serve you bastards with process in Jekyll.