Life Is Such A Sweet Insanity.

It’s my third day of recovery from my surgery. I feel like I was whipped in and out of the hospital so fast on Friday that I include it in the number of recovery days. I wish I could say that I feel great and everything is coming along wonderfully, but I don’t really feel that way. I am slowly losing my mind.

For the faint of heart, you may wish to skip the rest of this entry and wait until my next witty dialog before reading my blog again. What follows is a frank discussion of a personal topic. You’ve been warned.

I don’t think my urologist took into account that I am a horny little bastard. I’m not experiencing any pain from the surgery. My urine is clear, as it should be. It’s been eight hours since my last pain pill (which usually last four to six) and I feel like I could go a couple of hours before taking one again. But I do have one remaining problem. I can’t sleep. When I sleep, I dream and when I dream, I get erections, and having an erection with a catheter has got to be one of the most painful experiences I can imagine. So I’m dogged tired and when my mind tries to give me sweet dreams I feel like I’m being tortured.

While I was in the recovery room, the doctor met with Earl to discuss post-op stuff. Knowing Earl like I do, he was very thorough and asked many questions. One of the questions he asked was about erections. The doctor said that my body would sense that something is different down there and when I started to feel pain, the erection process would come to a halt and I wouldn’t have difficulty with that. Problem is, I’ve always felt pain down there. Peeing or otherwise, I’ve always felt a little pain and its never slowed me down. So much for that theory.

I don’t know if it’s suppose to be like this or not. Everything feels fine down there, except when I’m trying to sleep. I don’t know how in the world I am suppose to keep this catheter in me for two more weeks, I’ll pass out from exhaustion long before that.

I’m going to call the doctor tomorrow and see if there’s another course of action that I can take. It probably won’t do any good, but maybe it’ll make me feel less miserable.

Inspired by my friend Thom’s blog, I took a listen to “Reelin’ In The Years” by Steely Dan on iTunes. His current blog entry talks about The iPod Playlist Book. I’ll have to get a copy.

Anyways, I never knew the name of that song and I never knew the lyrics. I just sort of hummed along to the track whenever it was on. I love that song, but I never knew the title. I feel like I’ve been let in on a little secret or something.

A similar thing happened to me about 10 years ago, when I thought “I’m not talking about movin’ in…” in “I’d Really Love To See You Tonight” was “I’m not talking about the linen…”

I wish I could blame that misheard lyrics on drugs, but I just started my pain medication today.

I am typing this blog entry from the comfort of the couch in our great room. Earl has been playing nurse all day, tending to my needs. I think I’m a little loopy from the pain medication I’m on, so if I’m incoherent, I apologize.

My surgery went well. I had not one, not two, but three blockages in my urethra so the procedure was a little more involved than they initially planned. But as the doctor told Earl afterwards, I’ll be as good as new once everything heals. Since this was a little more involved, I am going to have the catheter for two weeks instead of just one as initially planned. I could be peeing right now as I type for all I know. I’m a little frustrated by the catheter, but I think I’m more frustrated that sex is off limits for a little longer than anticipated. I guess I’ll have to stay away from the internet porn while I’m recovering.

I have to admit that at first I was nervous this morning, and after sharing my fears with Earl, I got past it and thought of the whole experience as a field trip. I decided to remember everything and everyone and to document what I felt as the anesthesia did its thing and such.

The people that helped me out today were named (in order of appearance), Joanne, Maureen, Ruth, a couple of OR specialists that didn’t tell me their name and Nina. Everyone, and I mean every single person I worked with today, was extremely kind and made me feel at ease throughout the ordeal. Maureen even apologized for the pain from the IV, and Joanne told me to savor every drop of water that I got with my pre-surgery pills, as that’s all I was getting for a while. (I had told her I was dead thirsty, having to fast all night last night.)

I’m somewhat shocked that I had a very, very vivid dream during the anesthesia. It began with a visit to Walt Disney World (the OR nurse had told me to think about my last vacation as I was going under) and then for some strange reason, Earl and I were holding hands and sort of floating up Route 11 near Potsdam, N.Y. I don’t know why my brain, or my soul, or the universe, or whomever, decided that I needed to see Potsdam of all places, especially at this time of year, but I felt very at ease and very happy. It was probably the drugs, but I like to think that I had some spirit guides or something along with my on the journey, as my maternal grandmother and my paternal grandfather’s side of the family are both from that neck of the woods.

The actual surgery took just under an hour, I was out of the recovery room by 10:00 a.m. and Earl was driving me home shortly after noon. I initially had planned on going to work on Monday, but the doctor thought that perhaps I should sit Monday out, and possibly Tuesday depending how I’m feeling. I’m a little anxious about having the catheter in me for two weeks, as I’m suppose to emcee Miss Mohawk Valley next weekend, and as I mentioned before, it’s a little hard to mobilize, let alone make love with this thing going on. But I guess it’s all for the better.

So I guess I’m going to embark on building a new empire on SimCity, watch a lot of television, take naps and maybe do some work on the website for the next couple of days before I feel well enough to get back to work. I’m also going to lie still and just listen to the sounds of our beautiful home.

Earl has been wonderful. He bought me a new stuffed animal, a little cat with stripes. His name is Mussy. I know, I’m a big kid at heart. I’ve been an emotional mess this afternoon, mostly because of the pain medication (I got emotional when Blanche was arguing with ‘Big Daddy’ on the Golden Girls for crying out loud), but despite my little procedure today, I feel like a million bucks right now.

If I had one wish and only one wish, I would wish that everyone in the world gets to experience the love that I enjoy.

There I go getting all emotional again.

I have a habit of comparing things. “How were Ames and Hills different? How were they similar?” “What moment in my life is similar to the moment I’m experiencing right now?” I don’t know why I do these things, but I do.

With my surgery all confirmed for tomorrow (bright and early, I may add), I am reminded of the last time I had the surgery. It was my senior year of high school; I believe in March 1986. With my memory not being as perfect as it used to be, I can’t remember the exact details, but I think I’m pretty close. Naturally, I’m comparing the two scenarios.

Then: I was infatuated with the pop music world. I had to get the latest copy of Billboard every week. I spent money on 12-inch singles, including Animotion’s “Obsession” and Shannon’s “Let The Music Play.”
Now: I’m infatuated with all kinds of music. I check out the music charts and keep tabs on American Idol. I spend lots of money downloading music on iTunes.

Then: Lots of hair on my head, styled damn near close to a mullet, with two hairs and a lot of blond fluff passing as a “mustache”.
Now: No hair on my head, a goatee and the start of another beard.

Then: I was just winding down a “relationship” with my high school girlfriend. I knew what I wanted, I knew who I was, I had only shared it with one person and she wasn’t it, in many respects. Being geeky and gangly, I lacked self confidence.
Now: I have found the love of my life. When I said “I do”, I did forever. I know who I am, I know what I want, and I am damn proud of it. I have a good dose of self confidence. I like to think I turn heads.

Then: I was chatting and sending e-mail on my first computer, a Commodore VIC-20, at 300 baud using a service called GEnie.
Now: I’m chatting and sending e-mail plus a million other things, on my umpteenth computer, an Apple PowerBook G4. “Baud” no longer applies on my Adelphia Broadband cable connection.

Then: I was driving a 1976 Pontiac Astre and within a year would inherent a 1978 Chevy Impala.
Now: I drive a 2001 Chevy Impala!

Then: I had never done recreational drugs nor drank.
Now: I’ve never done recreational drugs (though I have told certain people that I did in a worthless effort to “fit in” in the past) and I rarely drink.

One of the things that I’m thankful for is that medical technology has progressed in leaps and bounds since my last surgery, and this time will hopefully finally fix the little problem that I’ve been living with since that last surgery in 1986.

I’ll let you know how the bionics upgrade went tomorrow night.

As I’ve gone on about since, well, since I’ve had this blog, I’m constantly trying to lose weight in an effort to be a healtier, leaner, muscular stud muffin. While I have made some good strides in this effort, I still feel I have a ways to go. But if you think about it, who is ever really happy with their body?

I know that exercise is the key, but I just can not get myself motivated to stare at cement block walls and ride a bike to nowhere. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve had some great long distance cycling accomplishments in the past or whether I just don’t like the way I sit on my exercise bike, but I just can not get up the motivation to jump up on there and pedal, pedal, pedal and pedal away the pounds. I find the exercise tedious and monotonous. So I’m thinking of getting back into my yoga practice.

I took a yoga class at Utica College back in the summer of 1998 and it was wonderful. I was the only guy in the class and found that I enjoyed it very much, despite the lack of eye candy. There were some startling aspects, like watching the older women trying to put their nose to the back of their thighs, but for the most part it was a great experience and helped me feel more in touch with my body (nose to the back of the thigh notwithstanding). I didn’t even mind getting showered with sweat from the big Italian woman the was on the mat next to me. It helped me feel butch.

Unfortunately, I think I’ve forgotten most of the poses. One of the important things to remember about yoga, so said the instructor, was that you need to do the poses correctly or you could at the very least negate any exercise type benefit from the practice and at the most really hurt yourself, like relocating your shoulder to your buttocks permanently or something. I do remember a pose called “The Cat” which resembled a cat licking it’s butt but I don’t remember how to get there. Perhaps I need to consult Tom the next time he goes through his routine.

I guess I’ll buy a DVD and start up the practice again. If I get myself into the shape of a pretzel, I’ll share a picture with you.

Mother Nature has given us one more blast of winter to remind us that it’s not quite spring yet. Yesterday was just a teaser, with temperatures in the mid 50s and the sun shining down. Today it’s 18 degrees and we’re under a winter storm warning.

After yesterday’s respite afternoon, I don’t feel all down in the dumps about this weather. I find the public too amusing. People are bundling up like it’s the 1st of January. Shoppers are grabbing the bread and milk at the grocery store and who cares if the cupboard is fully stocked! They can squeeze that one extra loaf of bread to take us through this calamity.

As usual, all rules of the road are null and void. Green lights mean “sissy”, yellow lights mean “move it” and red lights mean “fsck you, I’m coming through.” Parking lot lines that denote where you are to park have become invisible. Either that or they are dancing under the snow, rearranging the format of the parking lot at whim. Parking four deep is a wonderful strategy at the mall. Why we don’t do it in nicer weather is beyond me.

I often complain about the hysteria that grips this area when it comes to a snow storm. You’d think after 15 years here I’d be over it, but I’m amazed at how much difference being 60 miles southeast of where I grew up can make. I mean, I don’t remember this “sky is falling” attitude that seems to overtake here back when I was a kid. It’s a few flakes of snow! Deal with it, people.

Like everyone, I’m ready for spring. And despite the temperatures and the wind and the snow and the slush and the hysteria, you can still feel spring in the air. It’s a little colder than usual. The skies are gray instead of blue. But the wind carries the unmistakeable, indescribeable feeling of “spring”. Let’s just keep it together until it gets here.

Today I got to celebrate the end of my on-call week, so I took the afternoon off courtesy of a little bit of comp time. The Universe was smiling on me, as it was a mild, sunny day, with temperatures in the upper 50s. The rest of the week looks like it’s going to be one more shake at winter, so it was good to get out and enjoy the fresh air.

It was wonderful to clean up the “to do” list; get the oil changed in the car, get fitted for a tux for an upcoming gig, get the banking done. I took advantage of the beautiful weather and took the Jeep out for a much needed stretch and ended up driving around for about an hour. No destination planned. No timetable to follow. It was the opportunity to get some cobwebs cleaned out of my head.

I often share somewhat personal thoughts and events on my blog, but sometimes I realize that what I share doesn’t come close to the depth of what I’m really feeling. For example, I’ve complained about the current state of the radio industry (after being in it for quite a while). I wish I had made some different choices when presented with opportunities in the past. But if I had, then I would have missed out on what I’ve experienced since that choice was made, and I wouldn’t have had those experiences. But on the other hand, I miss the creativity involved with putting together the sound of a radio station. It’s a vicious circle, I suppose. But I must say that while I feel outdated for Top 40, I would kick some major ass with an all 80s or a retro-dance type station.

On the other hand, I really enjoy what I do at my current job. The telecommunications industry is challenging, yet a different type of opportunity and I’m honored to be part of it. So it’s all good. I think the recording studio I’m building is going to address the need I have to be creative, whether it be remixing songs, making mix CDs, creating radio jingles, making my own album or recording commercials.

I mentioned that I have a gig coming up. I am going to be the emcee for a beauty pageant/scholarship program, “Miss Mohawk Valley”, on March 19th. I’m a little bit nervous about the adventure, as I may still be recovering from my upcoming surgery. But as they say, the show must go on. I did the same gig last year and as I look back, I was too dependent on the script and way too wooden. I think I’ll make like Ryan Seacrest this year.

Another thing I was thinking about today while driving about was the energy I waste disliking this area. Earl occasionally mentions that I tend to see the “gloom and doom” side of things once in a while and I admit that I do. So effective I’m not going to be all negative about this part of Upstate N.Y. (except when I pay the outrageous sales tax of 9.75%, allow me that luxury).

And lastly, I came to terms with the fact that the surgery I’m having on Friday is no big deal and that it’s only going to be a week of inconvenience. And it’s all for the better. I just want to get it over with, I guess.

So I did a little soul searching today while enjoying the sunshine. I feel better for it.

“Yesterday was wonderful, today was even better, tomorrow will soar.”

Earl and I slowed our lives down enough to enjoy “Family Night” together tonight. Granted, there’s only three of us in our little family here, Earl, our cat Tom and myself, but still it’s fun to get together as a little family enjoy some popcorn and a movie together.

When I was a kid, up until I was 28 actually, we used to have “Family Day”, where a good portion of my dad’s side of the family would get together at Gram and Grampa’s house, have donuts and coffee and shoot the breeze. I find it ironic that we did that, as everyone was together throughout the week at the family business, but nevertheless it was customary. We cousins would romp through the barns. I would try to organize parades with splendid pageantry and such. I was such a dork. We still share the tradition once in a great while.

Anyways, tonight for Family Night we watched “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” on DVD. I haven’t seen “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” in the 25 past years or so, so this was a special treat. I had forgotten some of the songs and how beautiful Sally Ann Howes is. She is Truly Scrumptious (and for me to take notice is Truly Something!)! There was such a sense of class and style in Hollywood back in the day. My how times have changed. I think I’m suffering from a mild case of the Tobey Maguire/Pleasantville syndrome. Perhaps Earl and I need to see a good old classic Broadway musical at the local school or something.

Oh well, it’s fun to live life with your head in the clouds once in a while.

Being on call this weekend I am pretty much tied to the house, or at least close proximity, in case of a telecommunications emergency. So while I should be cleaning the house and doing other mundane chores, I’ve been fooling around on iTunes and loading up my iPod. In fact, I’m listening to my iPod now, which is surprising since I usually need silence to type a coherent blog entry.

“Xanadu”, Olivia Newton-John.

I got to thinking that if my iPod ever came up missing, whomever found it would think that I’m a complete whacko with my tastes in music. While I was searching around iTunes today, I nearly pouted because “(You’re) Having My Baby” by Paul Anka and Odia Coates was nowhere to be found. When it the last time you heard that song? Not to fret, while it’s not on iTunes I was able to download a decent MP3 of it and load it on my iPod anyway.

“(Keep Feeling) Fascination”, Baxendale. (Found on a Human League tribute album).

Did you even know that there is a Human League tribute album? It’s called “Reproductions” and came out a couple of years ago. I found many of the remakes startling, but I really like the treatment of the popular ‘Fascination’. While I was goofing off today, I did take time to see what 12-inch singles I had left in my collection and I found the rare “Fascination!” album that came out in 1983. This was a filler EP between “Dare” (which contained “Don’t You Want Me”) and the follow up album “Hysteria”, which contained “The Lebanon”. I’m eager to get a turntable or two into my home studio setup I’m building so that I can do some club-type spinning again and get it down on CD. I think I might rework a version of Fascination for 2005. Back in ’93 I re-edited a version of Boy Krazy’s “That’s What Love Can Do” that earned some airplay on the radio station I worked for AND the nationally syndicated Open House Party. That was cool. I wonder if I can duplicate that ‘success’. It seems that it would be much easier today now that we have computers and such.

“Tragedy”, Bee Gees.

Earl and I did get to Circuit City tonight on an important mission. The second season of “Wonder Woman” is out on DVD and of course I had to get our copy. Earlier this evening we had the opportunity to watch the full 90-minute second season opener, when Wonder Woman moved from the 40s to the 70s. When fx and SCI-FI used to show this episode they could successfully hack it down to a 60 minute version, so it was good to see the whole thing intact. We also picked up the first season of “Charmed”, “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” and “The Parent Trap” (the original version). Anyone see a Disney influence lingering there?

As I’m listening to “Tragedy” I’m thinking I can successfully mix the original with Steps version from 2000. Hmmm, interesting.

“Invisible”, Clay Aiken.

To date, I’ve loaded a mere 180 songs on my iPod. Save for Paul Anka and Loveland’s “Don’t Make Me Wait”, they’ve all been downloaded from the iTunes music store. That’s either a serious chunk of change or a LOT of Diet Pepsi. I have to admit it’s the former.

I still say the bridge in “Invisible” (the part that goes “Reach out…” for the musically challenged) is pure pop bliss. It has a wonderful key change, as well as Partridge Family type backing vocals. Absolutely pleasing to the ear. Clay Aiken can sing with the best of them, and according to media reports, might even out-diva our beloved Elton John.

If you see me on the street with the tell tale white ear buds in my ear, ask me for a listen. I’ll gladly share and you never know what you might hear.

I’ve posted a bunch of our Disney photos. You can take a peek at our .Mac site.