Hi fellow SG lovers,
As always, a big thanks to the kind comments on my last blog, I thank you for your support, you're all in my cool book!
Trip to the doctor's:
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I saw the doctor again today and she prescribed tramadol, as cocodamol's not giving much in the way of pain relief.
She also told me that our health centre is getting a new (to us) doctor transferring from another local health centre. Apparently he practices acupuncture, so I'll be trying that again as it seemed to take the edge off more than painkillers do.
Still waiting to hear from the pain clinic and I told her how much pain I'm in, so she suggested bypassing the pain clinic and trying surgery (which I only found out was an option 3 weeks ago), though the surgeon still recommends it as a last resort.
I asked her which referral would be quicker and she said the pain clinic (because she'd referred me 3 weeks ago), so I'm happy to try that first.
It turns out that the main reason that the surgeon doesn't want to operate (unless as a last resort) is because they can't be sure that the pain is centred in the epididymal cyst and it could be regular groin pain.
Groinal pain is the most common pain for normal men, but they should know by now that I'm not normal...
I told my doctor today that I'm pretty confident that it is the cyst that's causing the pain, as the pain doesn't cover my whole groin area.
Here's how I know for sure:
I was sitting on the sofa the other day and I was wearing baggy trousers and went to adjust my undercarriage into a more comfortable position. Due to the baggy trousers, and the position I was sitting in, I misjudged the adjustment and ended up poking my left testicle. I nearly hit the roof as I was in so much pain!
It's clearly the cyst that's causing the pain and not a groinal pain as the surgeon seemed to think.
Anyway, nothing else I can do right now but take the painkillers - on the plus side the tramadol I was prescribed eased the pain for 2 hours, which is twice as long as the cocodamol did.
I'm going to try alternating the painkillers, because you can get immune to painkillers if you keep taking the same one for long periods of time.
Hopefully it won't be too much longer before I hear from the pain clinic.
Coursework:
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I tried starting the final assessment today, but no success as tramadol makes you sleepy and I fell asleep while trying to get started on some coursework.
The deadline's on the 30th, so I've got to knuckle down this weekend and try to get some work done as I won't get much done on weekday evenings. I'm off on Tuesday and Friday next week, so I'll try and get more work done on those days too.
I did manage to have a look at the questions before I fell asleep, and I'm feeling out of my depth but I guess I'll just have to try my best. Hopefully my results from the rest of my assessments should help contribute towards my final result.
Music Share:
That's about it for this blog, so I'll finish with the usual request for more love for the following lovely ladies. To quote Father Ted: "They ALL have lovely bottoms!"
Seriously? No Who's That Girl, for you? Man... that movie convinced me of two things as a young lad... A: Cartier is the shit and B through Z: Owning huge cats as house pets is the GREATEST idea... EVER. There's no possible way that could ever go awry. None whatsoever...
Yea... it was a rather arduous journey to learn English, but hey, I made it. My point is, that if I can do it, then there should be no excuse for someone that's been here for years. I have the attention span of a goldfish. Case in point, since I've been typing this, I've checked three times to see if the latest episode of Orphan Black has loaded up yet. No... it hasn't.
Yes, I'd love to run into some Colombiana-SG-ness while I'm down there. We shall see... we shall see. Geographically, Colombia is the hair tie that connects the ponytail of Panama and Central America to the head of South America. Yes, a wayward metaphor, I'll give you that... but when your looking on a map, your thought will be "I'll be damned, Bakuto was right... and now I know!" Then point two thumbs up and a cheesy smile... while facing the wall as though there were a camera there.
I agree with that wholeheartedly. Here in the US, you either have to be born here, which citizenship is instant, get married here to a US national, which is pretty much instant or do the whole green card thing which takes seven years... AND you have to pass a citizenship test... that 86% (A very serious statistic) of Americans can't pass. I often come under scrutiny of my chums, as I proposed that if a foreign person were to serve in the military, I believe that at the end of their first four year enlistment, they should be granted citizenship. No test, no wait, nothing. It's theirs. For some reason, people try to tell me that this is a bad idea... but not as to why it is. Go figure.
Yea... watch Swept Away... I balled my eyes out. It was like watching the funeral pyre of Guy Ritchie's career. While bagpipes wailed a sad tune in the distance.
Whoop, just checked again.
I feel you on the "Just give up the ghost" perspective of certain artists... although, sometimes it's a good thing. The aforementioned Bruce Springsteen example... man, I'd LOVE to see him live. Tramps like us, Bruce, tramps like us! However, turn into the 90s, when grunge took over and things started hardening up, bands like INXS and Duran Duran were probably hearing the same shit. "Give it up man, you guys are 80s bullshit!!!" But honestly, had they gave it up, there'd be no albums like Welcome To Wherever You are, or Elegantly Wasted... The Wedding Album, or Red Carpet Massacre. And THAT'S a world that I DON'T want to live in. Seriously... although not as commercially successful as their earlier albums, after their "prime" is when these artists began to thrive artistically. So maybe, just maybe, Paul McCartney has one more phenomenal album left in him... or perhaps he shits out the best of it's creativity, every morning, I don't know... we'll have to wait and see. Shit man, case in point, have you listened to David Bowie's new one... fucking magic.
The show is actually The Americans. With Keri Russell. It's so hard having watched Felicity and The Curve with her as a college student not but a little over ten years or so ago, now she's playing a woman pushing 40... Hollywood! -jazz hands- It's actually pretty cool because the guy that plays her husband, Matthew Rhys, plays his part to such effectiveness... like in that he gets ruthless as hell sometimes, so it may seem as though he enjoys doing it, but he doesn't... he actually hates it. Though you wouldn't know when he's "in the moment."
EMF??? Damn it, I actually had a quote about them that I tried to get in my minibar a few days ago, but it wouldn't fit. I'm shocked you didn't have Firestarter on here with all those Prodigy songs. Haha, that's one that makes the hair go everywhere. It's funny, that here almost 18 years later, people have been going at Breathe, but never knew that it's "Psychosomatic addict insane" I used to say it all the time back then and everyone thought I was talking in tongues or something. Haha, now that you're in the 90s, I'm wondering how long before you get some Mazzy Star on there... or Angry Johnny by Poe...
Haha, thank goodness you can edit these, totally forgot to "spoiler" it...
Are you studying in your part time too? I've recently started a course and it's a lot of work squeezing it in around job and llfe.