Walked out on my own two feet

As most of you know I was discharged from the hospital last Saturday. Sorry for those that didn't know and are now finding out. My Dr had a little chat with me on Friday since I didn't want to leave the hospital. I had way too much pain. No way I was leaving the hospital with that much pain. He encouraged me by telling me that I met my exit criteria two days after surgery. But anyway I'm home now. Pain is ok. At this point I don't have the same pain I've had for the last year and half. Just some surgical pain which gets better daily. The rest is gas pain which no pain medicine will help. That's getting under control. In 2 weeks I will have to start physical therapy to learn potty training. I anticipate mastering that in a month. Dr says 2-3 months. The sooner the better. Freaky thing is how good my surgeon is. My scar is less than 6 inches. That's enough for maybe one hand and not much else. He removed my bladder and prostate and created a new bladder out of my intestine or colon. Don't know which. Then he connected all that to my kidneys and the rest of me. And he took a bone sample for cancer testing and he saved my nerves so I won't have to have physical therapy to learn to rise to the occasion if you know what I mean. Mom says my Dr had a satisfied grin on his face and proud how well everything turned out. My Dr is Persian so I will probably never hear the end of it from dad about Persian doctors. If you've followed my blog you'll know my dad was pushing me to see a Persian Dr. before all this started. Oh, I signed off my old bladder to medical research. My name is not attached so I say go nuts. As long as it helps some other poor bastard trying to learn his new job, prep for school and plan a wedding. lol can you tell I'm bitter. I just cheated death people. That's just nuts. I've become so weak that small amounts of activity wears me out. I'm tired from typing this blog. WTF. This will change.