bladder

I love flying, even though I don't get to do it too often.

But, really, do you ever wonder why we put up with the stuff we do in the name of air travel?

Another little piece of scraps of writing from way back when. Who knows, maybe this will turn into a story…

I believe I mentioned a few posts ago that I was heading for Baltimore, MD for a work thing.  I’ve been back for a couple of weeks now but I thought I’d recap and share some poor quality cell phone pictures. 

On Saturday we had the usual gathering of selves and stuff for soccer. Because we had a freak snow in March and then flooding in April (cue REM’s End of the World as We Know It), the spring soccer season is like the Energizer Bunny. It keeps going, and going, and going.

Mom’s tumors were not invasive.  Totally outside the bladder.  She’ll have to be watched pretty closely but this is what we wanted to hear.

 Thanks for praying.

For the last two weeks I have had some pretty nasty pain. Like someone was stabbing me in the lower gut with a pencil. And then stomping on my bladder. So I went to the doctor today.

I think when my time comes for cataract surgery, I will look awfully hot in the sunglasses, don’t you?

I never thought that peeing would be a luxury.

But with a three-year-old and a crawling, cruising baby in the house, going to the bathroom involves leaving them somewhere "secure" in the house and hoping for the best while I make a break for the toilet. That's usually more trouble than it's worth, which is why I generally wait until someone gets home so that I potty in peace. Suffice it to say, I've gotten pretty used to the feeling of a bladder that's about to burst.