Day 80 - second day after op.

Sitting in bed.

Physiotherapy  people were just here. I wanted to learn the crutches. He said that was for tomorrow. But I used the walker and  walked to the bathroom . Then I went inside and asked him to show me how to pee while in a walker. It turns out there are boy and girl walkers. Boy walkers allow you to straddle the toilet, and not pee allover the walker.

I can go to the toilet by my self.
My cell phone was dead this morning, so it is on charge with the power bank charger. I want to sleep.
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I will have to fix a zillion spelling errors from this morning.
I am so protective of the leg that isn't there. Like I am afraid of  stubbing my toe.
They just took out my IV and oxygen. More freedom, less tubes.
I get very short  bouts of nausea. Very strong but very short. I need a puke bowl very close.
Doctor said he would remove the stump drain tomorrow morning and then no pipes or wires.
I still sleep about 20 min per hour
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15:00
The physio guy just came by again. I used the walker to walk down the hall to the nurse station and back.
He showed me how to use the crutches. But I will not use them until tomorrow. I may sneak away on crutches tonight. Stealth crutches.
We still have not unwrapped the leg stump. Tomorrow We will see the doctors handiwork. It has stopped draining.
Sleep.

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17:00

Maddie was just here. we chatted and i showed off by peeing In the big boy toilet. :-)

I find it pathetic listening to old men complain about health issues. you should try to surround yourself with young healthy people. Unhealrhy people are a bore,  and their whole life revolves around their health. Nobody wants ro listen to an old man talk about his liver, sarcoma, cancer, or any other complaints. If the old man can no longer stimulate you mentally, then it is time to get someone that will.

A few years ago an old man may have had interests similar to yours, and maybe you had interests in common with him. Now days his intetests are about his prostate, and that does not interest you at all. It is time to move on to something new. 

Everything always changes. Especially people.

 At one time of my life, i loved drag racing. My group of friend included fellow drag racetes. Another few years were spent with parachutes, and their accociated friends. 

As your interests change, so do your friends. With each new group of friends, there occasionally are a few that remain friends, even when the interests change. There is some basic, fundamental, thing you have in common with these "keepers". You may not even know what it is. But it ensures a friendship that goes beyond airplanes, motorcycles, guns, or computers.

One of the things you learn as you age, is that when your interests change, many of your friends change. But the friends that stay, are the good ones, and worth thousands of the ones that moved on.

When you see some old man complaining about something. Just remember they may have done some thngs you can not dream of, and maybe they have seen things you will never see. Their hard work and struggles in life may not result in a huge financial empire, but simply a short walk to the bathroom.

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