Mo 1/3/22- The Cystoscopy- 2pm.

 Mo 1/3/22- The Cystoscopy- 2pm.

815pm (just a bowl today). 

Up 720am: Clear and sunny with temps to upper 20's.

For some reason I decided to wash the sheets this morning. 

Here's what I wrote last night around 10pm:

"***Tomorrow is the big day and I'm almost resigned to getting it over with. I've been worried for so long that the fear has mutated into something different. Whatever happens, happens and it's really out of my control. The only thing I hope is that I don't disgrace myself during the procedure. And I hope to Christ that nothing seriously is wrong with me, but right now I'm mostly worried about the test itself."
Today, I'm resigned to do the procedure and I've read a bit more about it and I think (hope?) I can handle it. It is not associated with much pain, but I am apprehensive about whether I'll be able to piss after the procedure over the next couple of days. I sure hope they will actually learn something and I will know the problem when I leave the clinic this afternoon. 

When I sent an email to Janny she replied that she called last night and left a message.

Just as I hit the 'send' Janny called and said that she would be happy to accompany me, but I said I'd face the music alone. 

1030am: FIVE MILES AT 3.6 PACE AND 0.50 SLANT on the Treadmill and watched nearly all of SOUTHWEST OF SALEM- Four Hispanic gay women are charged with child molestation and their fight for vindication.  I finished the documentary over a bowl of oatmeal. 

Removed the Xmas decorations and on the road to the clinic at 110pm.

I sat in the car at 800 N. 1st. and listened to the radio until 130pm.  I waited on the second floor for about ten minutes. A nurse brought me into the room and she left. I took off everything but my shirt. I sat down on a bench where the procedure would be performed. The whole procedure didn't take ten minutes and I was done by 220pm. There was a screen for me to look at what he was seeing, but I was preoccupied. He mentioned something about the hole in my penis was not at the end. He called it something and I said that I didn't know what that meant. He didn't act like it was a big thing, or maybe it is. Then he said that everything was OK, and I asked why there were microscopic traces of blood in my urine. He seemed to gloss over this and said that there were no growths, stones, or cancer. I was OK and should just see Agnes Fenner next year. When I got off the bench I thought that I had shit the bed. But, it must have been the painkiller that they used to insert the camera. For a while, it felt like I had to piss, but I didn't. This passed.

I went to County Market/Fairhills and got six cans of Friskies. 

I read 'LONDON' until I did the 2 miles on the treadmill later. 

***When I got home Buddy had vomited all over the floor.  He seemed fine and I cleaned it up and he ate more food and he seemed OK. After the bath (730pm) I gave him more Friskies and he threw up.  During this incident he seems to prefer dry food.  Strange.  

5pm: TWO MILES AT 3.6 PACE AND 0.50 SLANT and watched more of BRIAN REDBAN ON J.R.E. 

550pm: In the tub with 'LONDON ' and listening to FREDDY HUBBARD.

I began Netflix disc 'BELLE'.