"Beautiful, your butt looks beautiful!"

Those were the words my nurse exclaimed as she took the bandages off two of the bedsores on my backside. I wish I had a dime for every time a nurse has told me how good my derriere has looked over these last almost forty years!

There have been far too many times when nurses and doctors have not been so positive in her/his assessment of the condition of my posterior. When she turned me over to change the dressing on my left trochanter, (the top part of the femur) her excitement was not so great. It is still getting better, just not as fast as the other two sores. In all fairness to her, she had not seen me in about a month.

I told her, "You just gave me material for my next blog post." I am anxious to show her how I kept my word.

Since 1972 when I developed my first bedsore, I have had eight surgeries on my left side and two more on my right side. I have spent at least a year in hospitals and many more months recovering at home. Each recovery takes a long time to get my strength and stamina back to the point where I can handle sitting up all day. As I get older, I am noticing recovery time is taking longer and longer. I am sure some of my chronically challenged readers can relate!

I am closing now since Mom just called me for dinner. Then, it is off to bed again as I will be pushing seven hours of being semi-vertical. I will watch the Twins game again and see if they can finally beat the best team money can buy. I really do not like what George Steinbrenner did when he bought the Yankees. But that is an editorial for another post.

As always, I look forward to your comments.

Later,

Mike