Tower Of Babel

Well friends, after ‘firing off my mouth’ about going to Frenchman’s Cove today, Labour Day, I guess the Good Lord showed me more than one sign to let me know that as much as we may sometimes forget, He is in charge!

Aunt Gwen made her transition yesterday and the weather has been typically British for the past 24 hours, grey, more grey and lots of rain. As a result of this no trip to the country will take place today. Hence, I took it upon myself to do a little Labour Day Project in the computer room that has been pending for a while. I did some tidying up of old books and cleaning, so now I can think of this little room as my sanctuary where the thoughts for all blog posts materialise.

The house is VERY quiet now, occupied by my Father and I only. I’ll have to see what I can do to change that. It was quiet from a long time ago, but knowing that Aunt Gwen is now gone to join Mummy and others, it really hit me when I woke up this morning. I’m not sad though. The place just sounds peaceful and with the rain today, the birds seem to be having a chirp-a-thon! Absolutely beautiful. I guess you all must realise that as I get more mature (I prefer not to say older) I become far more appreciative of the simple things in life that I consider pleasant; birds chirping, liming over a few drinks with MB and other friends, sharing good times with Rufie and family. These are the memories that we will hold on to when we become advanced in age, if we get there.

Last night many family members came up, they left fairly early, leaving myself and Dr. Spanish, the only other bredren that I hold in the same esteem as Mad Bull. Dr. Spanish had to leave at about 9 PM, then I was alone at home. The place was just quiet and I must add, a bit lonely, just knowing that Aunt Gwen was no longer in her room. I jumped in the shower and just as I had finished holding a fresh (showering) and slipped on my underwear, I reached for the cordless phone in order to call MB. It rang before I could even start dialling. It was MB. We hailed each other and I told him I was coming down for some VX & Pepsi. MB, I must thank you officially on this medium, I thoroughly enjoyed the drinks and laughs, as per usual. But last night in particular was better than many others in view of the circumstances. I really needed the company. Again, let me repeat, I was not sad at all, just perhaps a bit lonely. Respec due MB, I’m here for you whenever you need me yute! (Same goes for Dr. Spanish, who you’ll probably never hear from on my blog. That guy has what I refer to as INERTIA. Any of you did Physics in school? A body in motion will tend to remain in motion, and a body at rest will tend to remain at rest unless acted upon by some external force. Well trust me, my bwoy Doc. Sp. loves to rest and sleep. He is a true body at rest!! He scarcely sends e-mail. Anyhow, to each his own, he’s a very likeable guy.) I’m trying to think of a little anecdote with which to end. Let me search my memory (turn on the google, just give me a few minutes…….) OK, here goes.

Another KPH Casualty one. What else is new, eh? I was on the morning shift in Casualty one day which ends at 3 PM. It was after three and I was seeing the last patient that I had sent to register and looking forward to going home. Just as I started packing up my stuff to leave, in walks a young guy in his late twenties, asking to see a doctor. So I told him to allow the afternoon staff to see him. He pleaded saying that his problem would not take long, but he would really appreciate if I could see him, as he was desperate. I said, “OK, what sort of problem are you having?” He replied, “Doc. mi hood swell up like a balloon and it a pain me!” (Doc, my dick is swollen like a balloon and hurting me.) I told him to go behind the screen and drop his pants so I could get an idea as to whether he needed to be seen now, or if he could wait for the evening shift. When I looked I thought to myself, RASS CLAAAT!! Let me tell you, this guy, who was a JDF soldier by the way, had a penis that was swollen to the size of a cucumber on some serious anabolic steriods!! It appeared inflamed, and a discharge resembling pus was draining from it. He was roasting with fever. Naturally, I sent him to register, as I instantly sympathized with him. (After all, I’m first a doctor and then a man, sounds familiar? If not read my post yesterday, “Let me see that thong.”)

When I took the history from him, he said he had been bruised during sex about THREE WEEKS before, and he had noticed his hood (penis) was swelling, but he had decided to watch it. Yeah sure! What was he watching for? Did he have medical training himself and know what to look out for? Anyhow, it turned out that he had Cellulitis (an inflammation of the skin and subcutaneous tissues) of the penis, caused by a bacterial infection. The bacteria causing it must have gained entry to the body via the bruise susutained during the sex three weeks earlier. Must have been some serious WORK! Respec to the soldier at the control! I had to admit him for some intravenous antibiotics which I did.

I went to see him on the ward a few days later and he was discharged home the same day. He was waiting for some oral antibiotic tablets to come from the Pharmacy to take home in order to complete his treatment. He looked so much better and more relaxed. He then jokingly remarked, “Thank you very much Doc. As much as I would love to have a hood (dick) as big as the day when I came in, I will satisfy with this size as long as it continues to work!!” I laughed along with him and was happy to know that he got better. Enjoy the rest of the Labour Day. Hopefully it won’t be spent in Hard Labour at all.

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