​What's Going on

            I have been out of commission for a week, and it sucks. I do have a

good excuse, prostate cancer and, the wonderfully titled, Robotic Radical

Prostatectomy. It is interesting that everybody acts like this is a major surgery,

and reality it is (I guess), except the insurance company that wants you out of

the hospital the next morning.

            So; I’m in Monday, and out Tuesday bags, including catheter, packed, a pat on the head and a prescription equivalent of Tylenol. I hear that back, “in the day,” one would spend a week in the hospital, but thanks to insurance companies, we now man up and hit the highway to home recovery. Of course, the doctor needs to see you Wednesday, Friday, and by the way, we need to do another procedure on Monday. Surely the insurance companies don’t consider a stay in the hospital a vacation at a five-star hotel. As quick as you’re in and out, I should be able to get Holiday Inn Express Points. Maybe that can be part of Trump’s Obamacare, “Repeal and Replace.”

Needless to say that my ass, stomach, and catheter bag are not happy. I will dive into great and gross detail about my catheter experience in the future, but now is not the time as it is hanging next to me, and I don’t want to offend it, as it still needs to come out. Talk about a good time.

Come to think of it, shouldn’t I get my prostate back? I mean when I get parts changed out or removed from my car, I get the old part, why not with surgery? I mean, the prostate might make a great gift to the one you love. Perhaps a necklace, or an ankle bracelet. I don’t know, just thinking out loud.

Well that’s what I’ve been up to this week. I hope your week has been a little bit better.