All day yesterday, I was in excruciating bladder pain, only to discover at the end of the day that it had been kinked all day at the top where it comes out of the incision. Nobody would look, and I'm still dealing with the residual pain. This makes me very angry. These people should have to wear a catheter for three days, and then I guarantee you there would be no further problems like this.
I'm also further appreciating Daniel's love of nudity. Clothes just pull on my tube more. But I don't have a choice about wearing them here.
In other news, poker continues to go relatively well. I made third place in one recent tournament.
I broke down and ordered the upgrade to Dragon NaturallySpeaking 9 with the remainder of an Amazon gift certificate because many of my disabled peers say that it's a very necessary upgrade. I will report in a few days, when it arrives.
I went yesterday to see an old friend who had moved away but is now back. It was good to see him again, but the catch was his place of lodging. He now lives in the apartment I had to leave. So it was not a very good idea for me to go back there yesterday. I started feeling sad for what I lost, my own space and a level of independence I will probably never regain. And all of this was so needless. I've been in a pretty deep funk ever since. There is entirely too much sickness, death and sorrow surrounding me here.
Thank God my next massage is on Wednesday.