Training Log Archive: PG

Some of the shows that get watched on our TV seem to always have a short preface stating that the following program contains themes of an adult nature, or something like that, and viewer discretion is advised. A similar notice might be appropriate here....

So I went back to the urologist today to find out the results of the biopsy, and the results were, well, it wasn't clear. They had snipped me in a dozen places and 11 of the samples were clean, but one of them looked like maybe it was something to worry about, and maybe it wasn't. So the local pathologist has sent the slides (or maybe a computer scan of the slides) off to a guy at Johns Hopkins, which they do once in a while when they want an expert opinion. And I get to wait another two and a half weeks to find out what he thinks.

The self-descriptive phrase that popped into my mind as I was driving home was "emotional wreck." But maybe it was one of those times that a longer drive is better, gives you time to try and sort things out. And under the assumption that there is probably something wrong that caused my PSA number to head up, then it's clearly better to find out about it sooner. And if I had gotten a clean bill of health, there would still be the nagging thought that there is something wrong.

And I like the idea of a second opinion. One friend and fellow AP reader has urged me to do just that, and had sent me a list of the half dozen or so recognized experts at this. When I got home, I checked his list, and there was this guy from JH. Excellent!

But there is still the great unknown about which way and how fast this journey goes. It's funny how it bothers me. I'm not losing any sleep. Most of the time when I think about it I put it out of mind pretty quickly, perhaps due to being so busy now. It just going to the doctor's office that makes it all very immediate and unavoidable, and I fall apart. I suppose practice will bring improvment. Meanwhile, the doctor, totally optimistic, says we will fix it, we're onto it very early, don't worry. Easy for him to say....

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Back home, fill Gail in on events, then off to work, where my three ladies want to know how I made out -- the best thing I did there was tell them from day 1 what was going on. So I fill them in, and take care of some stuff for a couple hours, and then head over to the gym for medical appointment #2, this at the PT business that is affliated with the gym, to see the boss, Jeff, to look at my knee. And he pulls and pushes and twists and everything seems ok except for where the inside (medial) part of the hamstring attaches on the inside of the knee. And since he is interested in cause, not just the symptoms, he has me walk up and down the corridor, and then do it some more while he gets 3 or 4 other PT folks to come watch, my biomechanics being so bad, and then he gets me on the treadmill to watch some more. So he's thinking about how I might to try and change my stride. And in the meantime, some ultrasound and some exercises to do.

Nice to know there was nothing else wrong. And maybe a little more aggressive treatment will do some good. Though fixing my stride may just be a pipe dream.

Nevertheless, a sense of progress, or more accurately, the possibility of progress. Several more appointments made over the next three weeks.

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Another trip to the gym.

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So I'm finishing up with this old lady, maybe 85, and we're talking about politics, Obama vs Hillary, she unfortunately for the latter, and then she has to go and on parting she says, "It's nice to talk to someone with a brain."

I laugh.

She continues, "My problem is, all the men in my life were good looking, but no brain."

I laugh some more, though it makes me wonder what it would be like to go through life with good looks but no brain.

And reminds me of another couple, a month ago, maybe in their 30s, she's average looking but pretty smart, good job, he's very good looking, works as a laborer at a dairy farm. At some point she wants to know if they should be doing anything different. Well, I said, he should be putting money in a retirement account. But, I continued, I suppose because he's such a stud he figures he'll never get old. And he smiled, and she glanced at him and then she really smiled, the kind of look that said, he really is a stud, and he's mine.

Even if he may be a little short on the brain side.

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