The pill has worn off

Now, where was I? The sheep are doing well but then all they need is grass and water. There's plenty of both. We bred two ewes to come off just before the fair and I may have cut that a little close. They seem adamant about not lambing in time. The babyland exhibit needs them. There's no pigs do to a diarrhea virus and there's no poultry to try and prevent the spread of bird flu. This is rough on a fair. I didn't get the chicken area together in time so we won't be raising chickens this year. That's going to really hurt the bottom line. If you've been to the store, you know what I mean. I guess we'll be eating Chinese chicken like everyone else. For the guys, a normal prostate gland is about as big as a walnut. When the gland is removed, the urethra is hauled up and sewed to the bottom of the bladder. This makes your dingus a bit shorter. Mine appears to have been about 3 inches in diameter, based on the incision. Now if I were Johnny Wadd, the 1970s porn star; this would be a minor problem. Unfortunately, I was of normal length and as such I fear the winter. I'm going to have to put a collar and lead on it to be able to drag it out. Keep that in mind for your future. My days consist of setting on the front porch reading and napping so don't expect any exciting posts for a while. That's just the way it is. Take care.

Just an update

I'm alive and doing pretty good. The operation was by robotic surgery and was very easy on me. I'm up to the diaper stage right now and and feel 5 years younger. I'm doing my Kegels and I have surprising control already. It's a trap. Let me explain. I feel great so I went up to Toledo to see my one Brother-in-law once more before he goes back to Panama. We had lunch and then went to get pet supplies and groceries. I was tired and worn from the Toledo approximation of streets so I rested a bit and ran up spaghetti sauce with meatballs to feed my Saturday volunteers. Guess what, I'm not as healed as I thought I was. First, my body must have not liked my lunch of the day before.I got the definite impression that I was living off a diet of habaneros and water instead of a waffle with cherries. I had to go back to taking my pain pills which is why it's taking so long to write this. I had to sit on the porch and watch my cousin and his brother-in-law trim trees and haul brush. Normally, I love watching other people work but this was hard on me. It's raining again. We've hardly gotten a days break. The garden is a disaster and I'm forbidden from working in it. My friend Mikey is out of work again and I may be able to talk him into working for me for food and fuel. A day or two would beat the weeds back. Whether the plants will rot in the ground is another matter. I'll try to post again when the pain pill wears down more.