JesusA (imported) wrote: Mon Feb 24, 2014 12:36 pm With the length of time that you've been in pain; with the evidence of blood in the urine; GET THEE TO A DOCTOR! What would you do if you were one of the clients whom you have cared for over the years?

The difference between my clients and myself are three things. They have a large investment portfolio, Medicare and secondary insurance, and me to take care of them. Corky still needs walked, I need to find a job and someone has to go to the grocery store.

I am pleased to share that all the problems of my fall two weeks ago have remedied themselves with rest, ibuprofen and time. I am mostly pain free and I am regaining my energy levels. I feel life is worth living again.

Soon after impact I began to have difficulties with eating, processing and elimination. I thought I was unlucky to catch a bug at the same time. I never had nausea or vomiting but just was not hungry. The traditional meds for the symptoms did no good for me and if I ate a few bites those bites did not stay around long. Since I was not hungry it was easy not to eat. Of course not eating I lost strength and energy. I would walk the dog and crawl into bed for a three hour nap. While not eating felt best I knew it was not good in the long run. A cup of yogurt, Gatorade and some pretzel rods were about all I could handle.

As I mentioned earlier in another post I had a lot of genital swelling. As that swelling began to reduce that sense of fullness or blockage began to fade. Friday night I was able to eat a bowl of soup. Saturday morning a hardboiled egg and a piece of toast. No sense of that gagging fullness and no quick rejection of the food. Yesterday while grocery shopping for an invalid I stopped at a restaurant for some salmon, baked potato and broccoli. Eating was a success and I was pleased. This morning two hard boiled eggs and toast with tea.

The swelling is down, pain is almost gone and it is nice having energy again. I have to say in spite of all my complaining I am tough enough not to have broken anything. Now I can truly enjoy the Oscar's tonight.

You have, indeed, had a close call. Your overwhelming sense of fullness, swelling and tiredness indicate internal injuries possibly with significant bleeding. You need to be more careful of yourself for your own sake, for our sake, and for the sake of your small furry companion. --FLO--

Thank you and yes I will take care of myself. I knew I needed to be around to walk and take care of Corky. I think I was fearful of a hospitalization. My sister would let Corky out for multiple times but he would miss his walks. I was also lucky I did not have work at this time because I am sure I would have pushed myself to be there. That time to rest and repair is just what I needed.

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tugon (imported) wrote: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:36 am The swelling is down, pain is almost gone and it is nice having energy again. I have to say in spite of all my complaining I am tough enough not to have broken anything. Now I can truly enjoy the Oscar's tonight.

A fine relief for all!

The Oscars? This is magnificent! Would this be for Best Director, Supporting Role, Dog Walker?

Do tell!

daifu-orchid (imported) wrote: Mon Mar 03, 2014 11:49 am A fine relief for all!

The Oscars? This is magnificent! Would this be for Best Director, Supporting Role, Dog Walker?

Do tell!

Why for doing my own stunts, of course.

I went out to lunch with my sister and her spousal equivalent. Or common law husband after all these years. We had a nice time and good conversation along with mediocre food and bad service. Welcome to my town and it's rise to the banal. We ran a few errands and in the process poked a good deal of fun at one another. Our familiar humor seems cruel to others. My friend I was with when I flipped down the hill on my bicycle was shocked when we went to my sister's to have my wounds dressed. Her SO came out and referred to me as Lance Armstrong due to my cycling skills. Typical humor but my friend thought it was too soon since he was not sure if I were truly injured.

Adding to the day and not in a good way is when I was home and checked in on Facebook. I had a notice that the plans for a 40 year reunion was in the works. I was never so glad to get away from a group of people as I was on graduation day. My favorite movie after high school was "Carrie". I did go to my 15th reunion and was surprised all those bastards had amnesia. One woman asked me if I was married. I asked her what she used to call me in passing and does she think I was married. Another guy asked if I remembered all the fun at one of our classmates cabin. I said no I just remember what I was told would happen if I showed up. He responded with "oh we were only joking" and I mentioned that the threats "seemed very real to me". I had planned on being good and acting like nothing had happened but too many stupid questions made that impossible.

After walking my dog and visiting with others out walking their dogs I came home and called my sister. I told her about the 40 year reunion and that I had no interest in attending. I admitted that during much of that time suicide was my plan B. I was surprised when she told me she was surprised I had not committed suicide. She had told some of her friends she did not know how I survived. She struggled with her own stuff in high school but I was shocked she was aware of my struggles. My brother had shared with me how tough it was to have a gay brother but my sister knew how tough it was for me. I had no idea. I do not know if my brother will ever get how tough it was for me to be gay.

So no I am not going to see those people. I am sure they have changed and hopefully for the better. I just do not want to expose myself to them once again. Even the others who are gay now were not kind. Besides if I go to a 40 year class reunion I am certainly not old enough to attend.

I appaud you thoughts. Few wanted anything to do with me in High School and on my 35th reunion, only two people spoke to me out of a group of 50 more or less. High School times can be so harsh and damaging. If you are not a sports star or a really smart kid, you do not belong.

OneBallBoi (imported) wrote: Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:51 am I appaud you thoughts. Few wanted anything to do with me in High School and on my 35th reunion, only two people spoke to me out of a group of 50 more or less. High School times can be so harsh and damaging. If you are not a sports star or a really smart kid, you do not belong.

OBB it has always amazed me that people either loved high school or hated it. A few are in the middle but most at one extreme or the other. One of my classmates who is truly a nice person was also treated so badly. She and I wonder why they think we would come. She shares my lack of interest in pretending that those were wonderful days.

I am sorry you also had a bad time. Like so many things if you did not go through it you cannot understand how it can stay with you. You certainly did not deserve what was done to you. I do not think of them often but when a reunion notice is posted many emotions come flooding back.

The combination of small town Ohio, small catholic high school and the years from 70-74 were a bad combination.

Yes, I attended what seemed like a penal colony, but I still remember some happy times. Abuse and whotnot? Sure, endemic in such places, but amazingly we survivied.... Now life is better, I think!