Since my move from one place to another place, it's been a stressful, chaotic mess. Doing it all, virtually by myself, has caused me to be most absent from the world of blogging. It appears it's going to be a stressful, bureaucracy beyond belief, load of crap, for at least another month. I'm exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
I know how much you've missed me. I will endeavour to inform you of what transpired with my move in about a week's time.
During the hectic farce that has been moving, I had to go to hospital for a discussion about my ongoing male-type issues. No, not typical dude constantly moaning and thinking about sex every six seconds. I'm talking about waterworks problems.
The urologist has told me they're going to make arrangements to have me come in and have a "telescope" prodded down my urethra.
The above illustration may be the sort of "telescope" the urologist meant.
Based on my experiences during moving, I visualised a telescope something like the above being shoved down my tormented trouser snake.
The above telescope will have the capability of having an up close view of the rings around Uranus.