Painful Week

Naw, I don't care about Cinco de Mayo. I am a Texan and that has no meaning to me. (March 2nd anyone?) I hate/cannot eat Mexican food. My irascible stomach, abused by antibiotics and SSRI's can't take it. Never mind that they don't understand that. I hate peppers, and I always have. I hate the smell of them. But that was yesterday.

My time in the garden center has been one of confusion and pain, as I have gotten a severe sunburn on many parts of my head and neck. My cute face was spared by a frugal use of Cetaphil face lotion. I will use more in the future.

I just can't stand working there anymore.

The most ay ya moment came around 245 pm today when the urology doctor did another DRE on me. Gosh, I just don't understand how something so painful can be pleasurable to porn stars who do anal.

I must have a sonogram made of the troublesome left testicle also. That has yet to come but it may provoke an embarrassing reaction. I am not looking forward to that.

Even now my anal area hurts. TMI, I know but you can't understand until a doctor does that to you.

I do value this care, even if it is painful and I have to pay $$$ for it. It is sad that the urologist knows more about me than what passes for my normal doctor.

Ha ha, I have run out of the Celexa-clone. The neurological effects of not taking it should appear within a day the longer I do without it. It seems that my local wm pharmacy has run out of it. Great.

I shoulda went to Walgreen's.

Why all this bother about a genital system that doesn't get used for its intended purpose? Every day, I question my relationship with Jen. Religion is NO reason to keep one's virginity at 27. So what if she reads this?

I KNOW she has a sexual attraction to me. She just hides it unless I provoke her, which has been a few times. You just don't know, Jen, how that hurts me.