PREVIOUSLY, ON THE RAMBLING COCK...

Lots of things going on in life, keeping me from updating very often. Plus, I think I've exhausted a bunch of topics and not having a real source of new material it might start to get stale.

We're approaching Spring and that means that shortly I'll start being able to lay out by the pool again without getting cold. I'm looking forward to that, provided I get enough time off of work to give me the opportunity. Work has developed into a 50-hour/week occupation, but for the most part I'll have some free time during the day most days. I've become a lot more pale than I like and am looking forward to the relaxation of lying in the sun.

The medical front (pun not fully intended) continues unabated. I seem to be coming into another season of unabated attention towards my groin. My urologist commented that I was pretty much a urological trifecta, with problems in my kidneys, testicles and possibly prostate.

(He's now very concerned about my last voiding test - where they run a handheld ultrasound scanner over your abdomen to get a read on the amount of urine in your bladder. When I got to his office I thought I was just giving them a urine sample and didn't know a voiding ultrasound would be included. No matter how many times I told him I hadn't tried to void entirely he asked me about how many times I get up at night, etc.)

According to the ultrasound last month the third attempt to blast my kidney stones failed, so I was sent to consult a specialist about whether or not we needed to go up through the penis and bladder to extract them directly. Much to my relief he said that he preferred to watch and wait before abusing Lil Rambler to that extent.

So, one "yay."

On the other hand my regular urologist sent me for yet another ball-busting ultrasound, which means I was nuts-up on a gurney with a lab tech running the ultrasound sensor all over my testicles. It's exactly as fun as it sounds, though as readers here will note the last time I had it done was a much more relaxed and amusing time than my previous four testicular ultrasounds had been. It wasn't much in the way of fun for either the tech or me, but it does mean I was balls-up naked for a while. Nothing found.

Approximately two weeks after my nuts get the twice-over I have my annual physical. My doctor is old-school, which means the full turn and cough as well as the finger up the backside.

And lastly, my physical therapist continues to patiently work on the scar tissue from ym previous hernia surgeries and on the symptoms of the varicocele. It's exceptionally intimate work and he's going so far above and beyond that it's difficult to overstate his value. His knowledge of anatomy has been terrific, and his ability to apply pressure to areas I cannot is essential, but I regret having to ask him to grope my dick and balls for the better part of a half hour. But it's far better than any other solution the medicos have found.

Thank God he's a patient and progressive practitioner.

I have some thoughts percolating on how nudity empowers people, but will save those for the next time.