Quote: ------------------------------------------------------------- Hey, Nopkins! I'm impressed (either with you, or with the power of narcotics, I'm not sure which). Thanks for the validation. You know how to get rid of an elephant, don't you? You eat it. Know how you eat it? One bite at a time. -------------------------------------------------------------
The only narcotic I have found that actually smothers the pain is hydromorphone which is made from morphine. Unfortunately, the medical establishment is hesitant to leave it in the hands of outpatients. So I am stuck with lesser narcotics at home.
I looked at the CAT study with the doctor today, and he was at first concerned that it wasn't a stone at all. It looked like an alien implant. It is 7.2mm long and 2.8mm in diameter. It is perfectly cylindrical. So, they took even more x-rays. Then they noticed it had moved about 2 inches since the CAT study, so they shot me full of dye and took more x-rays.
The alien artifact has indeed moved down into the ureter, and is now rendered untouchable by the ESWL machine. That means that I either have to pass it, or they go digging for it. Passing it is unlikely, but I am going to wait until the pain gets out of hand before I give up and let them go fishing.
Thanks for the good thoughts, HD, Corri, everyone.
Now back to your regularly scheduled thread.
Keep taking shots at the elephant.
-NOPkins-
I will ferret out an affair at any opportunity.
-An affair is the embodiment of entitlement, fueled by resentment and lack of respect. -An infidel will remain unreachable so long as their sense of entitlement exceeds their ability to reason.
I guess I keep "assuming" that making love is the MAIN GOAL for you.
Actually, regaining my self-integrity is my main goal. While it is true that I hope to ML with my wife one day, I am trying to do it by becoming more like the man I used to be back when she was initially attracted to me. I have changed my viewpoints on so many things in order to be more "likeable" by her, and it has ended up having mostly the opposite effect. Plus, it has resulted in my inability to respect myself.
This has always been about being the best Hairdog I can be, and, as a side effect, showing my wife that she can respect me again, trust me again, and choose to commit to the R again. As a side effect of that, how can she resist me? (rhetorical question, no examples needed!)
Hairdog
(Stands and applauds).
Bravo HD. We may call it a SSM but the sex is a small part of it. Most men here could have some semblence of sex with their wives on a reasonably regular basis if that is all they were truly after. What we are after is a healthy, balanced romantic and sexual relationship. If the pursuit of that goal requires us to forego one specific occasion of the possibility of sex in the interest of the emotional and intellectual integrity of the relationship as a whole, so be it.
Gone the carvings and those who left their mark. Gone the kings and queens, now only the rats hold sway.
Chrome is now wondering if NOPkins has any memories of bright, flashing lights shining in his bedroom window at night and missing blocks of time in his memory. If so, call the Art Bell show immediately.
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
Hmmm...maybe it's a chunk of pure crystalline testosterone and once it passes out of his system his sex drive will plummet and poor MrsNOP will have to adjust her drive downwards and spend her time on the BB vetching with me and HP.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Nothing much to report today, Karen. She's moderately affectionate, mildly agreeable, and hasn't canceled the joint credit card yet.
I even called her on a reply to an email I sent earlier today as being "confusing", and we had a calm discussion about it where she shared her feelings of anger about my DS17, who's been really rude to her lately. I am going to a concert he is in tonight, and because of that, W is going to have to miss a movie she wanted to see at our church. I said, "consider your not seeing the movie as something you are doing for me, not something you are doing for him." She said, "that's the only way I can think about it, and not be upset."
Did I mention what a turd my son's been? Oh well, chalk it up to senior year teenager angst. And yes, I've called him on it.
Gotcha on teenage son being a turd. Had an upleasant evening with DS15 last week. H took him to "run errands" at 8pm on a weeknight because I think he was afraid that I might kill him. DS survived another day and improved markedly. I have no idea what DH said to him other than perhaps "Son, never fcuk with a 9month pregnant woman!" I admire his ability to have such a close R with a kid who isn't biologically his. It is a rare gift.
Your W certainly has her moments when she shows a loving side. Do you ever make a point to acknowledge how hard it is to deal with someone else's kid, particularly a teenager and how much you appreciate it? Also, it doesn't hurt to correct DS in front of W.
