Back In Action

Not entirely, not quite. I got the Foley catheter out today and stopped in at the college - primarily to eat lunch. It's still easier to eat cafeteria food than go shopping and cook for myself, and the food is better.

I am taking it easy, as the nurse who removed my catheter this morning requested. I'm counting the number of times I pee, and what the sensations are, and whether there's any blood.

I couldn't go back home, so I'm just taking it easy at the college. I was literally going out of my skull with boredom over the weekend. I watched "The Hobbit" about three times, and I don't think I can stand another fucking dwarf.

I also churned through a stack of books that was to last me for the week in about three days. I read about the Glorious Revolution of 1688, and a sci-fi book by Charlie Stross called "Saturn's Children", and a book about black holes by Kip Thorne, and a book about our cryosphere and global warming called "The White Planet" or some such, and a book by the late Iain M Banks called "Matter". Okay, "Matter" I'm not quite done with, and I've some thoughts on the Glorious Revolution I need to ponder over. Oh, right, and a fluff book about time travel by Cliff Pickover that took me about 30 minutes to go through.

Honestly, if I were to believe in reincarnation, I'd have to wonder what series of mediocre past sins I had committed in prior lives that would result in my getting a tube up my dick not once, but now three times! Seriously, what kind past life sins would result in this dick purgatory I'm going through?  I don't know. I don't want to know.

In any case, I'm back, and after a easy day, I'll back working despite what the doctors tell me to do.

Because, I can't not be doing something. It ain't natural.