Friday, 05 September, 1997 08:49

I'll start off this entry by saying this: I'm dragging. Now that I've got that out of the way...

The trip to the doc yesterday was full of negative stuff: I don't have epididimitis, I don't have prostatitis, I don't have any unusual lumps or anything that would indicate a neoplasm. Not swollen, not infected, not inflamed.

So? Now what?

Well, the symptoms are really similar to the ones that I had before my hernia surgery in February 1996. So... it's back to the surgeon I go! Even though the doc that looked at me yesterday said the the surgical side felt just as good if not better than the other side, the symptoms might indicate that something had slipped more internally, and impinged upon something like the blood supply for the spermatic cord or whatever.

All I'm really sure of is that I'm getting tired of feeling like someone is pulling on my right testicle frequently and my left one somewhat less frequently.

I've also got a mosquito bite on the back of my left knee, the tender part, that is, along with several other things in my life right now, slowly driving me crazy.

Not that crazy is bad... after all, I could be bored...

Or boring. Here is a picture of me during the school year 1952-53. I was in the first grade in Hunter, Oklahoma at the time. We (the first grade class) gathered in someone's house that year to watch Eisenhower's inauguration. On TV! That was a new thing then, and relatively rare. I don't remember being very impressed with it, and I'm still not.

I have a hard time getting into that little kid's head now. My memories of that era are not all that good. I do remember that we lived on a farm, and that there was a big barn and we raised vegetables and stuff and we had chickens. There were devil's-head cockleburrs all over the place and we always went barefooted; after a while we knew which places to avoid.

We had a cistern that provided drinking water, and it was cold and clear and good. And we shot cottontail rabbits for food.

I guess that I do remember quite a bit, anyway!

Well, heck, here's another picture. This is of my dad shortly after he entered the Navy in 1944, I think it was. Handsome devil, looks like a true two-fisted drinker and a lady's man, to boot. He just has a devil-may-care look in this one that is only present in one other picture that I've seen of him, and I don't know where that one is. If I ever find it...