CH. 73: Hello it's me Marcus again

Back together again

Hello, my dear friends!

I don’t think I have a full-sized chapter in me yet, but I wanted to say hello and thank you for the love and support during my knee surgery. I don’t know if what I’m about to write will be in order of how it happened, but I’ll try not to screw it up for you. Just blame the Narco pain pills if I do screw up! 😜

It’s been about two weeks into my recovery, and I know there’s a lot more to go, but thanks to my best friend and love, I want for absolutely nothing. Oh, yes, I might think of something, I bet you could, too! Haha! Maybe if I try really hard, I might try to write about it, too. The best thing during this healing time, I don’t need to wonder how my babe is doing. I get to see him close by and checking on me often. He’s a tough home nurse! I don’t get away with anything at all. I don’t miss doing my exercises; guess why! I can’t skip having my leg elevated; guess why! I have to eat everything on my plate even the veggies, (which I love anyway)! You needn’t guess anymore; you know who loves me so much I can’t get away with shit!  Can you believe the guy who self-describes as a “veggie-hater,” has seen I get a well-balanced meal. If I didn’t see him cooking with my own eyes, I could believe he brought in a caterer for us. 

Larry has made sure I get a nice straightened out bed to sleep on every time and a nice stack of blankets to raise my right leg every day and night. I’m so sorry that it makes a barrier between us in bed, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as me. He spoils me like no other could. I may delay recovery so I can continue to get his very thorough sponge baths for longer than necessary. (I love to say I was only kidding here, but I’m not!) I know he is just being his normal horny self, yet my horns are on disability leave right now; so, I do get those 'first class, top of the line' sponge baths from him. You may be assured, he misses NOTHING! And that’s as it should be! Haha. If I continue on this single-minded bent, it will surely crossover into soft porn. That would be cruel and inhuman punishment for my sad little dick. I can truthfully say that since I can see it a lot better lately. 

Elevating my leg to get the swelling down

I can truthfully tell you that I don’t believe I’ve ever had to lay down in such a fashion before now. Sometimes it gets a little too uncomfortable for my other leg, so I put both legs on the blanket stack. From this view I can see how my ankle has almost returned to normal size. However, my calf and knee does not make a matched set! But they are smaller than what I come home with a couple of weeks ago.

You can bank the reason for the improvements are because of Larry’s diligence; my swollen leg is still a concern with him, but it’s a little softer than it was when I first came home. When my home visiting Nurse, Maggie presses her thumb gently into my calf to get a dimple depression, she’s happy with how it disappears. She also said the scabbing on the incision is very normal looking, too. Nurse Maggie will come one last day next week, her third week, and then will sign off on me. That makes me feel great, I think.

My take-home walker

I have been using the walker the hospital gave me to move throughout the house. That is almost torture, pick it up, put it down, repeat until I get to where I’m going. I’m going fucking crazy; I think I’m there now! Lately, I seemed to have a two-legged, shadowy apparition following me as I move through the rooms. I tend to catch a glimpse of a dark shadow following me if I ever so carefully twist my head, yet not give away my intended sleuthing. I’ve abruptly stopped walking at times hoping I get rear-ended; however, I stop it stops in enough time, too. If I could figure out how to spin the walker around quickly (I was told not to twist my leg, lift my leg and set it down to turn), maybe I’d figure out who’s following me around the house. Perchance, could it be the love of my life demonstrating not only that he has my back, but designs on my backside, too. Haha. (I really do miss laughing with him, I must work on that more.)

I’ve had around two weeks at home now, and a realization that if I didn’t have Larry, I’m not sure how I’d fare on my own. I guess I could check myself into a nearby nursing facility like Eskaton Outpatient Rehabilitation. Kaiser will pay for 3 weeks of this type of care after a knee replacement surgery. I had no idea of how hard this was going to be, yet Larry didn’t at all. He knew what I’d need and studied up to be a great help for me.

Heel slides with my robe belt

I didn’t plan on having a swollen leg and blood clot scare. How would I get my leg to get elevated on my own. I couldn’t move my leg much at all when I came home. Thanks to Larry’s good thinking he gave me a way to move my leg on my own with his belt idea. I can get my leg off the bed and off the stacked blankets all by myself with the belt under my foot. I was told it’s not a good idea to sit down with my butt lower than my knees. If I keep them level, I can get up easily. That sweetheart bought me a portable potty chair with metal arms to help me get up from the seat. Let’s just say it fits over the toilet, so I won’t need to sit lower than my knees. When I first got to use it, Larry had it next to my side of the bed. I have no difficulty walking to the bathroom with my walker now.

My take-home Urinal

Larry helped me with the urinal bottle I took home from the hospital; that deserved a big thank you from me. (Yes that really is the real urinal bottle from the hospital in the picture.) In the hospital I had a catheter inserted to solve the pee problem. I guess they inserted the thing in me while I was drugged in the operating room. Before I left the hospital, a nurse came into my room and said she’d help me get rid of the catheter. She told me to take a deep breath and hold it, the next thing I remembered was a cool feeling hand under my hospital gown was stretching my penis out and then, something weird feeling was traveling at the speed of sound throughout my lower belly and eventually whipped right out of my dick slit. I’m sure there was a mini-sonic boom as it whip-cracked out of me. Or maybe that was just me making the sound.

Oh, that nurse must have had a ton of practice doing that! Maybe she’s seen one too many dicks with plastic tubes up the pee hole! Somehow the experience made me wince and cough with a high note I didn’t know I could reach. Now I know why she told me to hold my breath, that way I had something to let go of. I guess the speed of sound was better than having it slowly dragged out of me, at least it was over quickly. Man, if my dick had a voice, she’d get told a thing or two!

There have been moments when I felt a little weak and he was right there supporting me. I remember trying to use the urinal bottle while I had my leg was elevated. I had no trouble getting my dick in the bottle; just pull on dick and insert head of stretched dick in bottle. However, I somehow had the angle of the bottle all wrong. Really wrong! Yes, I got a bath the hard way, not my idea of a nice warm bath I’d want again. But 'Mr. Always Thinking Ahead' had a waterproof sheet and bath towel under the top sheet. I wonder if I’d think of that, I don’t know. However, as embarrassed as I was, he just took it in stride and claimed it was his fault that it happened. No, it wasn’t, I didn’t think it through enough. He said if I told him I needed to pee; he could have held the bottle for me. Don’t worry about it, he’d change the sheet for me. Why could I have ever thought that the outcome would be any different, huh?

I don’t know why I’m thinking about this now, maybe talking about catheters and urinal bottles, I guess. It was so many years ago when Larry had his appendix burst and had a week-long stay in the hospital. We had just discovered the joy of knowing we were now best friends, not just neighbors who liked each other. At one point while I was sitting with him in the hospital, he showed me the head of his dick with a plastic tube leading to a collection bag. (The head of his dick was all he showed me, too! Drat!) He tried to be funny for me and said someone shoved a straw up his pee hole. It caught me off guard since nudity wasn’t a part of our friendship nor dick humor as well. Of course, I laughed at his little joke and he covered himself again with the sheet. (And I never saw that much of him again until the lake trip years later.) Larry says he doesn’t remember saying or doing that. I told him to trust me, seeing my best friends dick with a plastic tube coming out of it was not something I’d soon forget. I guess why I’m bringing this up again because I so wanted to do and say the same thing for him once I became aware of my own 'straw up my pee hole'. I thought what he did back then gave me something to remember for years; I feel a little cheated that I couldn’t give him something back. It really could never match the first time anyway; really, there’s nothing he hasn’t seen on me. It was just a fun thing I wanted him to remember, too. Alas, it wasn’t going to happen for me, no visitors allowed. Somehow it just didn’t seem funny enough to bring it up to the nurse, so I let the idea go. So, I’m telling you instead.

SPONGE BATH CITY

My Potty and Sponge Bath Chair

My sponge baths are a new favorite of mine, I wonder how long I can pull off needing his help. I don’t think Larry has any thoughts about ending this new bonding event. At first just the extra moving around to get out of bed for my sponge bath made me think 'pain pills, where are my fucking pain pills.' We worked that out pretty good though. My first baths he gave me were in bed, but that’s too easy to get the sheets messed up. Then he had me sit on the portable potty chair, sometimes sitting and sometimes standing holding on to the chair railing from behind the chair. Once I started walking much better, we moved into the dry area of the shower room. The built-in bench seats are a little too low for me, but Larry helps me up, so I don’t put pressure on my knee. The best part of my latest sponge baths are we are both naked now, not that he needs to be, but I asked him if he would do that for me. Maybe I’m getting closer to old horny Marcus. 

Larry thought if we moved into the shower area, he could wash my hair for me and use just the hand-held shower wand to keep my knee from getting wet. Hey, sounded good to me, maybe better than good too! One of my favorite activities in this shower has been washing each other’s hair.  (I did say, one of my favorite, not the only favorite! Please tell me you know that!)

I’ve been living in this strange new world of trying to get turned on instead of being turned on. I know it’s the drugs and he does too. In the shower area, I actually did something that didn’t take any forethought, when he was directly in front of me, I reached out and stroked his penis because it just looked like it could use my attention. Poor Larry has been so good about waiting on my head to get back to normal. I think he was a little shocked in a good way though. He didn’t move away, and I didn’t stop my stroking. He didn’t get that spring-loaded boner he’s known for right away, but there was some encouraging growth down there. I pulled him closer to me and did what I love to do in those situations when there’s a dick in front of my face. I do believe my trying to get turned on went directly to turned on. His lonesome dick didn’t have a say in the matter any longer. Suffice to say, my babe received a healthy down payment for the better days to cum! (Trust me, I know that’s a little lame sounding for giving a blow job to your sweetheart, but I’m not all there yet, you’ve got to cut me some slack for a while, okay! There’s a day coming I might be embarrassed to talk about it myself!)

Anyway, I bet he missed that as much as me. The only perceived problem with my attention to his lonesome member was MY sponge bath seemed to be on hold for a while. (I hope I’m not being a Narcissist here!) Well, I suspect if the roles were reversed, the outcome would remain the same. 

When Larry returned back to my sponge bath, he told me there was some definite changes going on downstairs with me, too. That was the best news I’ve had in days. He did spend more time and attention to detail working on his new hypothesis about my changes. I still haven’t felt quite like I came for him, not like I’m used to doing, but he assures me I have nothing to worry about. Most importantly, he is happy with the results. What a sweetheart! If anyone were to try to get me back to normal, I’d pick him over anyone else! The relaxed state I was in probably meant something really happened downstairs for me, I think I might need a nap now. (Now you know that’s the drugs still in me!)

GOING FOR A RIDE

Larry's gift wheeled walker

Larry asked me if I’d like to get out of the house for a trip to a store today, “Hell yes I would!” He said he wants to buy me a walker with wheels. I told him yes that would be so much better, but he didn’t need to buy it himself. He told me if I brought my wallet he’d be pissed-off at me. He wants to do this for me. I don’t know why but if it makes him happy, I guess it will be okay. He told me, he doesn’t get much opportunity to do stuff like that for anyone, it will make him feel good about himself. I asked him if he realized how much he’s been doing for me the past two weeks. And he said, “Not enough, Sweetbabes, not enough!” Is he fucking kidding me? I don’t even ask for anything because he doing something for me all the time. I’m going to owe him so much; it will be my personal pleasure forever though. I don’t know if I could do everything he does or thinks about doing for me. I hope I’m a good learner if he ever needs me in the future. Yes, the future, there’s will be no future without him in it with me. For the past two weeks I’ve been in the care of an angel, and I’m just relaxed now and never felt so safe and loved. 

GETTING INTO THE ELECTION THIS WEEK

Oh yes, and one more thing, this past couple of election weeks I sat beside my buddy watching what that means to each of us personally. He’s spent time with me trying to understand what being a Liberal Democrat means to me personally, (and it’s not being a “snowflake.”) And I listened to him as a Conservative Republican, and what it means to him personally. We learned one thing long ago, don’t talk politics, that was the big NO! Not this time around though, we’re a couple and we need to know what we both believe in.

One thing we did was watch TV News from opposing Viewpoints. I struggled through FOX and Friends, and he struggled through my favorite people on MSNBC and CNN, plus some local news too. Wow, my head and maybe his head will never be the same again. Now I know how and why some crazy exists out there! I have no intention of putting out here what either one of us were saying after reading some of the WH Tweets as well. But it did remind me of why I liked an old TV show, the X-Files, “Trust No One!” 

But my buddy, my dearest friend and lover had an epiphany this year. And now we have a new President Elect and maybe, hopefully, a saner life for a few years. As we move forward together, we won’t fear our right to be together will be taken away from us. Well, hopefully that is.

Our journal continues with Larry’s eleventh Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/11/larrys-11th-post-stuff-you-dont-know.html