It's Saturday and I'm two days away from this catheter finally being able to come out of me. I'm literally sick of it being in me now. It hurts when I move. It feels like a sharp poke in my bladder at times. I take my percocet and that seems to help. Percocet seems to be a good pain killer but I don't feel anything other than that. Tomorrow I would love to go to the Quaker Meeting House but I don't think that it would be possible for me to sit for an hour in silence to be honest. I really feel more connected now than ever internally to the meeting. I know that when people are faced with their own mortality that they turn to a spiritual path and I'm sure that this has quite a bit to do with this but it is honestly more. Inside I'm feeling happy and not afraid. It's a great feeling! Well great outside of this catheter shoved in my penis!
Tonight I will try to go to bed early. Lately I've been kept up by my wife who is a bit of an insomniac during this process. She always has trouble sleeping but lately it has been worse. I wish that I could help her more during this and be more understanding but I am trying to do the best that I can. I'll try harder.
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