"Really Great"

It's been one of those "really great" weeks in which I was sick from Saturday to Friday. The pesky prostate again. One of the banes of my existence. Somewhere in my mumblings, I've been through the cause of my problem. And I'd make a reference to it, but I'm not sure where it is.

If I'd had any sense, a commodity that frequently proves difficult for me to grasp, I should have gone to the doctor last week. But I didn't fully realize what the situation was until Sunday, as I was sitting in the theatre watching "Spider-Man," and I felt the tell-tale and irritating need to urinate. So I actually left Spidy to go to the clinic. As soon as I got there, I knew it was going to be a bad idea because of the number of cars in the parking lot. And indeed that was the case, for the waiting room was packed.

Once home, I looked through my pill bottles and found several urogesics. And two doses of an antibiotics. Both of which I took immediately. This allowed me to make it to Monday when I was able to visit the doctor. He talked about the fact that prostate infections can be very difficult to treat. And he asked if I'd tried massaging it. Well, of course, all kinds of bizarre answers popped into my mind. But I said no. He did suggest soaking the area in very hot water several times a day to increase the circulation and to allow the antibiotic to penetrate the prostate.

For most of the week, I felt like I had a bad case of the flu. Spiking fever, chills, slight nausea, headaches, inability to focus, and insomnia. I was beginning to wonder how long this was going to last. But this evening around six, I started feeling much better.

PAX!