Remember the song “I feel pretty? from Westside Story?
Sure you do. Maria sings:
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me today
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It’s alarming how charming I feel
With my new urinary incontinence briefs, I, too, feel “so pretty, witty and gay.” Lots of LYCRA®.
Since I last wrote, here’s an update on why I am wearing new underwear and things have been silent.
Unrelated to my cancer, I developed a florid but asymptomatic urinary tract infection that spread to the kidneys at or about the time I flew to Australia. When I had surgery in January the quite standard use of a catheter likely stirred up some bugs in the urinary tract, and, like spring, they bloomed. When they hit the blood stream, the “blood hogs” otherwise known as the kidneys took them up and then began to shut down because the blood was infected. Days of IV fluids and various antibiotics in the hospital brought them back from the very serious point they had reached, and at least a month more of daily antibiotics at home will hopefully complete the deal. Happily, it looks like my kidneys will recover without the need for dialysis.
So what am I doing? I can’t be on the bench for lengthy periods of time. So, I will do short matters like sentencing. Otherwise, I am staying home and working from there. I am exhausted. I have lost a lot of weight. The doctors say I should feel stronger in 60 to 90 days. I hope so ’cause even writing this short post is taxing. So, be advised I will write when I can.
Of course, there is an upside. I feel pretty!