Boring Health Update

You should probably do something else with your time. Pickleball. Ice-fishing. Karaoke. Anything really. Even watch a Hallmark movie.

Time for an update

The paparazzi are getting crazy. “We need to know how you’re doing, Dan!” “Your public wants to know that you are okay.” “We will give you 8 bazillion dollars for an interview”. Such is the life of an internationally known thought leader like myself. I wonder if this is what Einstein felt like.

So here goes.

It is now 2 and a half weeks post surgery. The regular post-op appointment with the surgeon is still another month away, which seems odd to me. A LOT can go wrong in six weeks. But I did have a kind-of follow up. I had to go back up to the urologist office so the (female) nurse could remove my catheter. And the surgeon's assistant, a PA named Bailey, did a brief exam. By the way, I don’t understand why urologist’s offices are staffed almost entirely by women. But I do agree with the sentiment I read somewhere: having prostate surgery will cure you of all traces of modesty. ‘Nuff said.

Anyway, Bailey assured me that my pain levels and the lovely purple bruises covering the majority of my abdomen were normal, and that I was recovering on schedule. She also said I would have deep fatigue for a good while, and would not have my full energy level back for “almost three months”. Wow.

That was about ten days ago. And now my pain is pretty minimal, except if I do something crazy like, you know, bend. Or stand up. Or sneeze. Even still it’s not that bad.

But boy was she right about the fatigue. A good part of the day I feel like an octogenarian sloth with a bad flu.

AI is amazing. Usually.

I did go back to work part-time this week. Luckily I am a pastor; my previous jobs were a lumberjack, a NFL linebacker, a professional boxer and a break-dancer. So, you know, I’ve got it good now. If I could just find a way to pray while I nap I’d be all set.

I do feel pretty guilty watching Amy mow the grass and do most of the housework; but, as always, she has a good spirit about it. Cuz she’s a saint.

And I want to add a huge shout-out to my co-pastor (and eventual replacement) Nathan Beasley. It is both humbling and gratifying to see him do the work of the ministry (including preaching) better than what I do. In fact, I don’t really know why the elders want to keep me around, unless it’s just to be eye-candy. But it is a relief not to worry about the church while I recover. So, thank you, Nate.

Well, that is it for now. Paparazzi: leave me in peace!