Sunday, November 29, 2015

Hemorrhoid banding - the Trumpets of Angels

This morning I awoke too early.  As you age you may not get around as much as you used to during the day.  But, as a man, you more than make up for it with your trips to the bathroom at night.  If only I got frequent flyer points for those short hops....

With my banding experience into day 5, there are complications though.  #1 becomes an even tougher job.  Not only do I have my normal "shyness" that I inherited, but the pressure from the banding procedure actually makes it even harder to go (tip from my wife was to blow through a straw - I pretended I was doing so and it seemed to work a bit for me).

So, there I stood. Ready for #1.  But #1 wouldn't come.  There's a lot of pressure feeling like a #2.  And as you probably all know, #2 rules #1.  So I stand there, hopping between feet, pleading, coaxing, cajoling #1 to start.  My head starting to sweat profusely.  Because the dog is going to start to whine to go out soon.  And if my wife wakes up she is going to ask me what I am doing.  And, at this very moment, I NEED TO FOCUS ON WHAT I AM DOING and not talk about what I am trying to do.

More struggle...More waiting. Nervous shifting.  Pressure building.  Head sweating.  Body sweating. I can't stop trying now.  If the dog decides to go for a longer walk I will be in a world of hurt if I don't go #1 before I take her out.

Nervously I relax to see if #2 really needs to be satisfied.  #2 is a dark mistress.  She beacons to try and only will give little.  Turning to #2 too much is a sure fire way to cause yourself more hurt.  But, the pressure is intense so I relax a bit, and....The trumpet of angels...Oh lord, it was small and soft but the release of internal pressure was exquisite. And it happened again.

I can't do justice to the feeling of joy.  Oh, it felt delicious.  I had regained some control of the whole movement.  The potential to release pressure in these tight situations gives me reason to hope that the worst is behind me.  Yes, I know the irony in that last sentence.

And maybe that is a benefit of getting older.  The ability to appreciate, truly appreciate some of the little gifts that life affords.  How maybe that stock values, retirement, and money worries really take a back seat to some of the most basic needs.  Maslow was on to something...I didn't think once about the price of AAPL stock during this whole episode.

I think I need a post on retirement and stocks now...Probably some wisdom in there for people...

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