The stone that has been plaguing me still has not come out. But I haven't been in any pain. Oddly enough I feel like the stone may be stuck in my urethra. I noticed the last two times I jacked off when I get to the point of ejaculation, it almost comes out but seems to get stuck near the tip and then it trickles out. My pee stream seems okay though. I don't know. I'm hopeful maybe I've reduced the stone some.
I also finally got around to taking the blood and urine tests that my new primary doctor ordered last month. The good news is that I'm officially HIV neg. I was a bit nervous after my encounter with Lansing Bae in March. A few of my other tests came back as expected. As usual my HDL cholesterol is low. LDL is below 160 at least though my triglycerides were slightly elevated. My bilirubin is high which it has been for years so no shock there. There are more results that I'm waiting for but I'm hopeful everything will mostly come back normal.
The same day I was taking my tests, I got a call from Dom's niece Ava. Unfortunately Dom's dad was found on the floor in the bathroom around 4am passed out. It ended up he had a clot in his brain which likely caused the floor. He still is too weak for surgery so he started on hospice care this past Monday. We originally was planning to visit the family later that day but it was cancelled. Not a great Father's Day weekend.
Dom decided to forego the doll convention in Atlanta this week due to the fear of being out of town if his Dad or Marina took a turn for the worst. I wasn't too keen on going to Atlanta since I knew Dom would want to buy more stuff from his enabler and he already owes her so much money. Plus I would have to be the one that was mostly out of pocket. I stayed impartial though as Dom made the decision on his own to cancel going.
He was able to sell my package to another person that wasn't able to go and with most of the money, he got a new laptop which was needed. I was hoping he'd think to put the rest towards paying his debt. But of course he didn't go there. Oh well.
I talked to Sally about our situation and she told me that I needed to add a budget item for Dom and not go over that monthly budget. I spend an average of $400 a month for Dom's expenditures (mostly to cover the joint account when his Paypal orders come through and threaten to overdraft the account - don't want them taking money from the mortgage...uggh). So I figure I should budget $500 a month for Dom-related expenses.
I didn't talk about my recent visit to see Mitch in prison. The road trip to get there went fine though it was long. I worked from Indianapolis the day before and then I drove up to Cincinnati and stayed overnight near Belterra Park Casino. I wound up having dinner at a Cambodian restaurant in a town called Fort Thomas. That wound up being pretty tasty and par the course, I left a donation with Belterra.
The next morning I made the trek to Charleston, WV which was about an hour away from where Mitch's prison was. Before heading there though, Dom reminded me about Jungle Jim's International Market. We went there back in 2017. So I made a slight 20 minute detour to check it out and bought a few goodies for us.
Then it was time for the three hour and some change trek to Charleston, WV. I got to the hotel about 30 minutes early so I wound up stopping across the street to a Rural King. I was a bit freaked out because I didn't see anyone that looked like me. I needed to pee so bad though so I went into the store, which kind of reminded me of a Menard's since they sell a lot of home stuff but also had random items like clothes and snacks.
I pretended to look at some clothes afterwards before hightailing it out of there. I remembered as I got in the car I saw a sign for a casino called Mardi Gras that wound up being half a mile from the hotel I stayed at. That hotel wound up being packed and the room wasn't the greatest, it had a musty smell to it, the shower had a slow drain, and unfortunately since it was packed, I dealt with noisy folks nearby, including kids who decided to run up and down the hall and play hide and seek behind a lounge chair that was conveniently outside my room...LOL. I didn't get a chance to do as much in Charleston, WV as I thought I would but my impression was that I wouldn't go out of my way to visit here again.
So the visit to Mitch went okay. It's quite the process when visiting. You have to fill out forms (that apparently change each day) and then there's all these rules about what you can wear (though thankfully most of them applied to women, i.e. no short shorts, revealing tops, etc.). I made the mistake Day 2 of bringing in a hooded jacket which was a no-no. Thankfully I could put it back in the car and come back in. Then you have to get stamped on the back of your hand with a marker that you need in order to verify that you didn't switch with any prisoner upon leaving (though I can't imagine anyone willingly switching places with a prisoner...LOL). I guess if you were visiting an identical twin...but even then the guards are watching so I can't imagine they'd allow both parties to go in the bathroom and switch clothes...LOL.
Mitch was definitely happy to see me. It had been a little over 5 years since we last saw each other. The chatter around us was quite noisy but we were able to catch up on life. Overall he seemed to be adjusting to things. The prison allowed them in recent months to have an I-pad so he's able to buy movies to keep himself entertained. It does help pass the time.
The highlight of the visit for Mitch believe it or not was the opportunity to have microwaved chicken sandwiches and cookies which the visitors pay for with small change we're allowed to bring. He was looking forward to Famous Amos cookies but unfortunately the machine they were on was malfunctioning. So he settled for some sandwich cookies in a different machine.
Mitch offered me up a cookie. They were extremely unappetizing to me but to appease him, I took one. For him though, it's a treat.
I wound up visiting him for about 2 - 3 hours both Saturday and Sunday. He was mentioning the possibility of transferring to a prison closer to his family. But he was leaning against it since he didn't know what the new place would be like and he was finally adjusted to being at his current location. I totally understood his reasoning. He knows what to expect at his current place and things could be worse at the new location.
He is thankfully almost at the tail end of his 11-year prison sentence. He has less than 5 years to go. It was bittersweet saying farewell to him and I hated the long ass drive back home but I was glad I got the chance to see him once more.
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