Marshall decided to take a pass on the Independence Bowl. 29 players are in the transfer portal, so they bowed out rather than taking an ass beating. I grew up in Huntington, but TBH it’s kind of a shithole these days.

Out of the TURPening in one piece. Kind of stoned from the anesthesia. No really good stories, but a few okay ones.

The anesthesiologist came to visit before surgery. He says, “You’re in to remove a bladder tumor?” No! I was regretting not writing TURP on my belly with a sharpie.

I asked a cute nurse in post-op if I could go #2. She said, “No “. Ooh, discipline! Not really my thing, but…

When they wheeled me from post-op to Observation the room still had a bunch of equipment from whoever was in here before. So we’ve got a traffic jam in the hall with my post-op bed, my new bed, the equipment, and about five nurses. That phrase, “Watching monkeys trying to fuck a football,” never gets old for me.

Surgeon just blew through. He says, “Your prostate was THIS big! -makes fist-. It was creeping up into your bladder!”. Glad I made his day.

I’m in Observation overnight. Kind of a nebulous not inpatient not outpatient things. In theory I should be out tomorrow morning. No really pain, although when I cough from the scratchy throat from intubation it definitely gets my attention.