Before they cut me

Hello!


I had my bath and as a result I feel a bit better!


It seems my guy that comes on Thursday has come to the conclusion that being alone sucks and that married people are very lucky to have somebody that bugs the living heck out of them... Speech recognition again sorry... I told him, discreetly, that I knew of someone that was in the similar situation as him but that she was much younger than he was. I think I sparked something here, he asked me to find out more about this person: what she likes, what she wants out of life, does she mind kids, is she willing to dish out half the expenses if they move together... Good old bath guy, always thinking with his wallet! Well since I decided to play Cupid, I will ask these questions next time I see her and here's hoping she doesn't laugh at me.

Well it's settle, next Tuesday at 1 PM I will be operated! They are going to destroy the bladder stones and they will be connecting a catheter directly to my bladder. A one-day operation they say, but then again they don't know how much of a chicken shit I am, I already bug them like 10 times today asking all sorts of questions, will the bus ride back home detach the catheter from my bladder? Do I have to shave or do you guys shave my pubic area? Is this like a penis enlargement operation? You know, the questions that matter. After contacting them I called the CLSC to cancel my bath lady of Tuesday, the one I have to ask all the questions for my Thursday bath guy, and I ask if my Monday bath could be pushed so that I can get a bath with a special soap that they gave me at the hospital. That last request is still on standby as my Monday bath guy has to call me back.


And this is the type of afternoon I been having so far, now it's time to kick some ass in Risk!


Take care people!