Is there life on the other side? Yes there is. I have had several calls lately wondering, are you still out there. Believe me, there were moments when I thought I was walking the line and could fall to either side at any moment, but, as most of you know I always lean right. Cause we all know that leaning left is risking falling into the abyss.
So, after the job was done and I had gone home to recoup, I had great hopes of being down a couple of days then back to normal. I mean after all, looking around I had no wounds, no stitches, they must have done some kind of magic to fix everything and leave no evidence. It wasn't long that I discovered it wasn't magic at all, I had been violated. Violated in ways that I won't explain in writing. I remember going to see the guy that had taken care of this problem and telling him about the discomfort that I was experiencing and he said, "You would understand the discomfort if you knew what I had done to you". Now that really made me feel well, and the thought of what he had done still haunts me to this day. Here's another wonderful thought, As I was laying in the recovery room with the gypsy bye my side a nurse comes through and says she was the operating room nurse on my procedure. Great, this was an old friend of ours from church. That's just great, a witness, to everything. Well, now you can add humility to violation, and there's probably a video some place.
Ok, back to recovery. Do you know what a catheter is? I had heard of them, but never dreamed I would experience one. Once again, that's another experience I care not to experience again. Once that was gone I was on my own again, the first step on the road to normality. You know, first steps can be, lets say HELL. As much as I hated the catheter I had thought of putting it back. You would think that the road to recovery would get better by the day, well, not so much. The road to recovery went thru thoughts of "what have you done", and that road was a long one. Hear is the good news. Exactly 3 weeks and 1 day, I turned the corner and seen light at the end of the tunnel and knew it was not a train. I was on my way out of the valley of death. Today, is a great day. 5 to 6 feet is achievable, no problem, and the pills I use to take are no more. I am doing great, pill free. Now, if you are ever in a place where you may be thinking of going thru where I have been, just know the road is rough and full of peril, but the end is so nice.
Signing out with a new name: I. P. Freely, (aka) The Captain.
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