Post op musings

I had surgery on one of my testicles today.

If you are a woman when you read that sentence you probably thought, "Oh, you poor guy." If you are a man you've stopped reading and are cupping your boys protectively.

I had a cyst called a spermatocele. It's something a lot of men have all their lives and never are aware of it--these things are always benign. However, sometimes they can get too large for their environment and become a problem. Which was the case for me. The nurse told me it was the size of a grape. She showed it to me, too, but I wasn't wearing my glasses so I only saw something sort of amber colored floating in a vial of clear liquid.

I'm not in too much pain right now but I'm still feeling the pain-killers. It's only a problem when I shift positions--I get this dull ache in the surgical area that fades in a minute or so. It's really painful but I can endure it, especially since I know it won't last very long. So, getting up, sitting down, and what not, take a little longer than usual.

The folks I work with have been super-cool about it--a couple of my co-workers picked me up and took me home afterwards, and are running a couple of errands for me. That was something I was kind of worried about--I don't have any family locally and all my friends outside of work live in a different universe. But, it worked out, and I am indeed fortunate to work with the people in my department.

I'll be laid up for a couple of weeks--I can walk around (which is good, since I still have a dog to walk) but I can't lift anything more than ten pounds. So, no guitar playing. I can lift a pen, though, and I can sit at a computer, so I can get some writing done.

I also can't take a shower for a couple of days so I expect I'll be aromatic by tomorrow morning.

I guess I'll be watching a lot of daytime TV, too. Oh, boy. I expect I'll be sleeping a lot.