Hospital gowns...

...fuck. Not even I can make the damned things look good.

Thanks for the support. I'm not looking for it but it's nice to have. If you're wondering I've got a mass in the testicle and while the doctors are not saying anything yet, I've been around them enough to know when they're just trying to be sure.

...and there I am exposed.

Hence the title.

You're never really covered up in a hospital gown. I had to wear one the other day while they poked and prodded around my junk. Usually I'm all for strange women playing with my balls but this time not so much.

Anyways - the point of me putting this out there is not about sympathy. (Actually I'm expecting a lot of the opposite which should be good for a laugh.) One of the things that I've found is that I'm pretty uncomfortable putting some of the emotional junk and internal dialogue out there with people I deal with every day. They get worried and protective and sad. I don't really want that.

But I feel like I have to vent it somewhere. Wrestle through it a bit. Write it down and know that it's not bottled up.

So I'd ask you to forgive me for the bawwwwing from time to time except that it's my fucking blog and I'll bawww if I want to. Don't feel the need to feel sorry for me. I'm doing fine. I'm surrounded by love and good doctors and a rack of really good wines.

Completely unrelated notes: Spud is putting up a minecraft server this weekend for the rakuhana.org forum community. Should be fun.

Zenpher and Alex are supposed to be debuting their web project. I've had a peek over the course of its development and I can tell you that it's looking interesting. I'll post details when they launch.

-W