I spoke this morning with my new urologist this morning. He would be a new urologist anywhere, I’ve not seen one before. Lab tests next week including PSA blood test, a camera up my urethra later in April. I have an unremarkable bladder, and a regular sized prostate so this is all out of an abundance of caution.
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I meditated and medicated like I always do, and noon and woke with the realization my left shoulder was hurting, even after the hour’s rest rest on my back as always. Disappointing. The cortisone shot benefits were gone in two days. I would have settled for two months, the six was the optimal result.
I put my leg on, my big boy Dickie overalls and headed out to the near IGA on Highway 33 and Hollywood Avenue.
I placed my order online, and the helpful clerk packed them into the van, surprised there was room on the passenger side. The passenger side is designed to accommodate a powered chair and unless my wife has come with, there is room for groceries. I went to the Hollywood square of shops and bought a loaf of bread, some licorice and cold cuts at the butcher’s (we’re very well stocked with meat at the moment, but they carry Michelle’s favourite licorice from New Zealand I think), had a haircut at Lorenzo’s (Number 1, all over my head took less than 10 minutes including an eyebrow trim, for $20 senior’s price), and finally some oranges and bananas that I had missed on the grocery order.
Home again home again jiggedy jig, meds and rest, more pain. And still have other chores. I’ll do the most fun first, outside having a lime cordial and soda. Write this blog and invite friends and foes alike to tune in to the premiere of F; and update my Patreon page. I’m back in the subscriber business on Sunday, March 20, isn’t it? Now about that lime cordial …