I'm Trying to be Thankful

Spent Thanksgiving in the hospital.  Prostate infection had me backed up like Holland Tunnel at rush hour.  I spent the whole night before sitting on the toilet or curled up in a fetal position on the floor, wishing I would die.  I did get a turkey (processed) sandwich at around 10:30 Thursday night.

My first wife suggested that I should have gone to her room and told her I was sick in the middle of the night, because she stilled wanted to be there to take care of me.  The next day, she was reminding me of how she couldn't wait for me to get out of the house.

So next week or the week thereafter, I will be moving into my tiny apartment.  It will make it hard to go to First Wife's bedroom when I am having chest pains, or anything else.  But enough of feeling sorry for myself. 

It's a new world.  Hope it's better than the one I'm in right now.