Day 14

By this stage of the game I have somewhat lost track of things and I may have 2 weeks to go before I close of this blog, although mynext CT and review of results will extend behind my 200 day diary.
  It is actually 4;30 in the morning and I am not sleeping for reasons I shall explain.
   The last week has been intermittent episodes of abdominal pain which I am attributing to the kidney stent. Sunday Susanna and I drove to Toronto in the early afternoon, fought traffic on the Gardiner for a half hour before taking a meandering set of side streets to reach Dundas and Spadina. 3 hours of sitting was giving me some degree of hip and lower body aches so I was grateful to get out and walk for a whileninto Chinatown where we stopped at King's noodle for, what else, as well asa bowl of congee. Walking around the food stalls we picked up some lychee before returning to our car and heading to my usual parking spot at St Mike's, a maere 2 blocks from Massey Hall.
   With 2 hours to kill before show time we wandered the Eaton Centre and surveyed the 'Bargoons" at Nordstroms- a single gucchi ladies pump had a $440 price tag. I presumed it was a pair but perhaps they are offering an amputee line!!!
  Shortly after 7 we made our way into the great old building and found our seats- specially designed for people under 5 feet tall in the upper gallery. Shawn Cullen did a quick warm up before Ricky Gervais hit the stage leading in with comments on the Golden Globes, Bruce Jenner, Bill Cosby, animal domestication and various exercises in creating very tasetless jokes to offend his wife- jokes he would never actually perform in public. He also discussed animal cruelty at length particularly the Hunan Dog festival in China. Concluding with somewhat of an encore about his Mom's funeral he literally brought down the house. While it wouldn't have been a stretch for my uncles to pull off similar commentaries, it was a sad reminder of the recent death of Bradley Lowery the 6 year old "mascot of SAC in recent months as he struggled with a terminal brain cancer.
  WE returned to London and arrived shortly before midnight, me feeling somewhat uncomfortable having experienced some pain and hematuria before and after the show.
   Today, I arrived at work at 8:20am and soon discovered an uncomfortable urge to urinate on a 15-20 minute basis. I managed to get my work done, tolerating it until 1pm when I gave up and went up. The discomfort continued through the evening- litterally a piss off. Embarassing to say, light weight underliners have prevented most major enbarassments but things had better improve before Europe in September