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Monday, December 04, 1:59 PM – marco WARNING-GUYTHING***DO NOT READ IF OFFENDED EASILY<\/p>\n was finally able to piss in the shower. Since my cognitive powers were back I started to overly analyze the word “BOOB” and came to the conclusion that it visually represents the curves of a woman more than the word “breast”., Just move the letters around in the prior word and you’ll see what I mean.<\/p>\n It was a cognitive tuning shower.<\/p>\n I do remember trying to force myself to think about sex to see if my mind was intact too, about 12 hrs out of surgery.-I had thrombo socks on still, an auto BP cuff on my right arm-inflating every hr, artery\/IV leads in my hands and feet+ Catheter *(((<\/p>\n Ok–“so here it goes”, my thought processes on “that subject” started to churn through me, at first calm..a breast walking on the yellow brick road waving at me, a butterfly on a flower, ice cream, then I was attacked with visual images that wouldn’t stop, round breasts, square breasts, triangle breasts, then a pair of spinning pinwheel breasts charging me, that made vertigo start-, I was flailing on the bed like a fish outta water,<\/p>\n I may have called the nurse and accidentally turned Jerry Springer on at that time I don’t know. woowoohoowoo, clock arms fast motion, puking over the bed into a pan I was almost breaking against the bedrail. Then all of a sudden nurse Glenda coming in at around 4am? \u201cWould you like to be given a bath\u201d? @#$% my imagination, but instead she was stating it was time to take the catheter out in tagalog or english I don\u2019t remember, BREATHE DEEP,<\/p>\n I think “breathe deep” is a nurse trick because when you “breathe deep” it pushes your diaphragm down-which probably pushes on your bladder-I glanced down thinking, Heck I am pissing a molten iron, (add your own visual+pain) I pissed until the molten iron finally came out-about 8 inches maybe above my “u know what”. Nerve connections> in my deaf left ear, of course I don’t “hear” anything, but I did acutely and now randomly sense or ya, HEAR, a 60s space movie ray gun bouncing back and forth-and a piano sound of fingers slapped down on random notes every time i plugged\/unplugged my good ear, accordion harmonica sounds, and like wind in a tunnel with the dimensions of the tunnel changing thus changing the swooshh tone..<\/p>\n I am free associating too much now and its getting disorganized. will be back later to post about this darn dog in the house <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0
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\nSpent long time in shower.<\/p>\n
\nimagine that guys, not pissing in the shower for a week~! I hope this post doesn’t cause partner arguments.
\nI also tried to let my mind “go there” the subject that always pops into our heads in order to propagate the species. I was able to cognitively grasp concepts and images, but no connection “downstairs” still.<\/p>\n
\nPerhaps the mind or God tells you that “you are not to think about SEX until your mind gets done healing other areas of your body.
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\nThe last 2 days at the hospital I would close my eyes and have a visual impression of a macrolense photo of an orange peel, with the pores and stuff, then porcupine quills would shoot out from the pores,
\nThat played in my head for about 3 days in different contexts and designs.<\/p>\n