Pity me Prostate
October 29th 2008 07:43
Well, did the pity me stuff (pity me prostate!) for most of last night and some of this morning, and then somehow perked up again and carried on with life.
My wife reckons I'm more of an optimist than I give myself credit for...especially in some areas of life. As we agreed this morning, nothing has actually changed since yesterday. I haven't had any nasty biopsies as yet, and haven't had any actual bad news (just threats of it - and sticks and stones my break my bones, and nasty needles may poke my prostate, but threats will never hurt me).
I must say I'd sooner have several more PS3s - I mean PSAs - than any further fiddling around with the rear end, but if it must be, it must be. I've had a very healthy life, all up. Never been in hospital for more than a couple of nights (and that was a false alarm - think I may have mentioned this in this blog before -forgive me if I'm repeating myself; it's the privilege of old age), and never broken any bones or chopped off any important parts.
Part of my healing process today was that I had lunch with an old friend who told me he's going to audition as an extra for Kingdom Come, a new film about Jesus that's being made up in Central Otago early next year. They're looking for men and women from 8 to 80, the men preferably with beards. I have a beard. I've always had an ambition to be involved in a movie, so I'm going to go along with him and see what happens. Might have to take a bit of time off work (probably as unpaid leave) if I get in, but we'll sort that out when it comes.
It was only last week that I was talking to one of my sons and he told me he'd been reading Affluenza, in which, apparently, the author Oliver James talks at one point about thinking back to your childhood and remembering what you really liked to do. I thought about this, and remembered that I spent a lot of time 'making movies.' That is, I 'filmed' little stand-up animals 'performing' in front of 'sets' (sometimes they even went on location out into the garden) using scripts I either made up as I went along, or copied from comic books, or sometimes even wrote. And I told my son I'd always had the idea that I'd like to be involved in a movie in some capacity. So maybe this is the time. We'll see.
My wife reckons I'm more of an optimist than I give myself credit for...especially in some areas of life. As we agreed this morning, nothing has actually changed since yesterday. I haven't had any nasty biopsies as yet, and haven't had any actual bad news (just threats of it - and sticks and stones my break my bones, and nasty needles may poke my prostate, but threats will never hurt me).
I must say I'd sooner have several more PS3s - I mean PSAs - than any further fiddling around with the rear end, but if it must be, it must be. I've had a very healthy life, all up. Never been in hospital for more than a couple of nights (and that was a false alarm - think I may have mentioned this in this blog before -forgive me if I'm repeating myself; it's the privilege of old age), and never broken any bones or chopped off any important parts.
Part of my healing process today was that I had lunch with an old friend who told me he's going to audition as an extra for Kingdom Come, a new film about Jesus that's being made up in Central Otago early next year. They're looking for men and women from 8 to 80, the men preferably with beards. I have a beard. I've always had an ambition to be involved in a movie, so I'm going to go along with him and see what happens. Might have to take a bit of time off work (probably as unpaid leave) if I get in, but we'll sort that out when it comes.
It was only last week that I was talking to one of my sons and he told me he'd been reading Affluenza, in which, apparently, the author Oliver James talks at one point about thinking back to your childhood and remembering what you really liked to do. I thought about this, and remembered that I spent a lot of time 'making movies.' That is, I 'filmed' little stand-up animals 'performing' in front of 'sets' (sometimes they even went on location out into the garden) using scripts I either made up as I went along, or copied from comic books, or sometimes even wrote. And I told my son I'd always had the idea that I'd like to be involved in a movie in some capacity. So maybe this is the time. We'll see.
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