I’m late with my post today. I was too wiped out last night to write one for this morning. We had our pre-op meeting with the surgeon and his staff yesterday.The surgeon was remarkably optimistic about my recovery. He claimed that most, if not all, of the pain would be gone in two weeks. I’ll be in a sling for six weeks. Ok, I can deal with that.
It may be that the nature of my injury has a faster recovery time. It’s a tear in the tendon without any degeneration. Perhaps that heals more quickly. Or, the surgeon is lying to me in order to make me less anxious. I think that’s unlikely since there are legal problems when a doctor lies.
Sex has been on my mind sometimes. I think that a vanilla hand job is not as exciting to my jaded libido. The problem isn’t with Mrs. Lion. It’s mine. I am distracted by the combination of pain, drugs and anxiety about the surgery. It’s no easy task to distract me enough to really enjoy sex. You could argue that maybe it’s not worth the trouble to get me aroused. I won’t disagree with that. However, when I do get sexually distracted, I forget about all the other things weighing on my mind.
This might be a good time forand light play; well not too light. We’ll have to consider our options.
Last night I woke up at around 2:30AM. Mrs. Lion was up too. I hate keeping her awake, but I loved the chance to hold hands and talk a bit before she fell back to sleep. Mrs. Lion is the ultimate cure for loneliness. It’s so great to have her with me.
We’ll sort out the sex and let you know what we are doing.