Well, they didn’t try to keep me there today, nor did they attempt to thrust tubes into any tiny openings. They took some pictures of my innards but didn’t tell me what they meant. “Protocol,” dontcha know.
On the whole, the doctor agreed with me about my two most obvious problems: 1. Broken hip really hurts–a lot–and wakes me up at night. Repeatedly. And 2. Even a slight urge to pee sends me to the bathroom four or give times a night. Either one of them, by itself, I think I could handle. But both at the same time–no dice.
The doctor concurred, so the next goal is to get my hip fixed.
Lurking under the kelp bed is the possibility that the cancer will come back. I would prefer not to think about that. I want the damn hip fixed! Then maybe take up mountaineering.
That’s all, folks, for today. I’ll keep you posted.
