Rant #3,714: I Can't Stand Up For Fallong Down

Monday was simply one of the most frustrating and nerve-wracking days of my life.

I had my first medical appointment of the week, and at this point, I don't know if it went well or not.

I told the doctor about my prostate ills--he was the one who directed me to the urologist I have been using--and to make a long story short, he believes my continued woes seven months after the fact is that I have--

An infection, and he prescribed me pills to combat that, if that is what I have.

So he told me to cancel the invasive procedure I was going to have on Thursday, and to stop taking whatever pills the urologist prescribed to me.

He also made an appointment for me with another urologist, for a week from Friday.

So is an infection what is ailing me?

At this point, your guess is as good as mine ... and I don't yet know if canceling the procedure was the right thing to do.

I was sworn by my doctor to secrecy, and my urologist's office did call to find out why I canceled, but I didn't breathe a word. I let them figure it out for themselves.

Also at the doctor's office, tests found that I have--

An extra heartbeat.

Look, I knew my heart was ticking pretty well, but it never knew that it was ticking too much.

So to watch this, I am now wearing a device on my chest to monitor all of this, which I have to wear through Friday morning.

They had to shave part of my chest so the unit would affix to me, and they gave me a cut that bled for about a half hour.

So now, while I don't have to go to the procedure on Thursday, I do have to go back to my regular doctor on Friday--the 13th, naturally--and I have a new urologist to go to next week.

As you could imagine, after I picked up my new prescription--which of course, wasn't ready when I went to pick it up--I went home, ate lunch, did any work that I had to do, and then crawled into bed and slept for two solid hours.

This is all very depressing, perplexing and frustrating to me, and I guess my mind and body simply crashed.

And this is all prior to the fun I have the next two days, covering eight-hour conferences for work.

So, with everything going on, I will be in and out of the Blog for the remainder of the week--

If I survive all of this, which right now, is somewhat questionable.

No, not really, but to me, this is not living, and this certainly isn't retirement.

I ask myself, and i ask myself constantly, the following question:

"What did I do to anyone to deserve this?"

And you know, i don't have an answer to that question.

(I will, however, have much more to say about the passing of Sly Stone when I have a chance.)