Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

On the Brink.

I spent all morning and part of the afternoon at the urologist. Doc said symptoms sound like bladder cancer. Decided to scope him. I had 30 minutes of major panic. Bro, sis and mother all had cancer. Doc did scope and said he was 99% sure no cancer. Just big ole' enlarged doughnut of a prostate.

Got some kinda samples. Go back in three weeks. They did a biopsy of bladder tissue. Cauterized it. Pee will look like tomato juice for three weeks.

Went to drugstore and bought male pee-pee pads. Not diapers. Just like maxi-pads for men. D seemed ok with it.

Fuck.

A friend called to ask me out for pizza. Good timing. Not that I'm hungry. Just wanna change of scenery. Tomorrow gotta focus on client work and packing for Boston. Begged hairdresser to work me in for a trim. That's at 6:45. Even if he just cuts my bangs, I'll be happy.

Gotta run.
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