I suppose (my son) Stone G. Jones and I don't really know much what we have in common anymore, but one thing I remember is that we both have issues with urogenital infections. I know finally that when I have a prostrate infection, I will have a burning sensation in my penis ... but the story here is actually more about how a sleeve of fig newton cookies brought about some relief from a burning penis.
One early evening I was angry at the house and went to Barns and Noble and then to the YMCA in order to cool off and get back from it. First, though, I stopped at Walmart and bought some cookies, fig newtons. Well, I stayed there for a while reading, and consequently en-route and departing for the YMCA, I devoured a whole sleeve of fig newtons.
When I pulled myself, bending forward, stomach into knees, and then upwards and out of my low, modified, Cobalt Blue, 2004 Chrysler Crossfire roadster--with its implanted Mercedes V8 --at the YMCA, the pressure on my stomach caused the fig newtons to move up as vomit but as it did so, it was clogging my windpipe and the bottom line to that is I almost chocked to death there in the parking lot of the Muirsville YMCA--It was terrifying, gasping, choking, sweating, shaking, out there in the nature-loving dusk of Muirsville fighting for my life alone on an asphalt parking lot.
Latter when I told the Dr's about it at the VA Clinic they said I had a reflux and prescribed Ranitidine. Wonderful! So, one evening latter on, I am in a hotel conference room in San Francisco on a speaking engagement and I was chatting with my associate Gable--who is an extremely intelligent underachiever; and, we were talking about prostrate issues as all men and all men with fathers do, and I mentioned the burning sensation. Instantly he replied, "Stomach acid likely causes that!" The moral to the story is that I now, thanks to the Drs at the VA and 150mg Ranitidine at 10am and 150mg Ranitidine at 10pm (and some attempt at abstinance from sodas and energy drinks) I now have long periods of relief from a burning penis and hardly any more problems at all with a reflux.
The moral to this story is that it is probably true that sons and fathers can't love each other unconditionally; however, it is also true that fathers and sons really need to communicate in some form or other as best they can with each other, be it tablets of stone, email, or sky writing, at least I believe they should do that when it comes to matters of the genitourinary tract and of anger and of fig newtons....
AN UNSUNG HERO:
- Kamaroh
- Naturalist by devotion, humorist by genetics, hero by default; Kamaroh is a Republican, a Presbyterian, a Polio surviver, a former US Marine, & Great Plains Badger. Earned an MA in English from SFSU. Student & friend of novelist Kay Boyle. His blog is a no profanity zone. There is little edgey emotionalism if he avoids thinking about his children. Kamaroh is a masculinist, places value on fraternity & believes living stag is a responsible and manly option. Particularly apreciative of the charm of Asian females, he discovered in 1999 he is able to love one small lady to the extreme that thinking about her can make his nose bleed. From boyhood forward, he values having male friends & male role models; though this blog is an extention of that belief; it is all welcome. Though containing male posturing, biased poetry, shakey facts, & faulted bachelor housekeeping, this blog's intent is to be good for your health & contains no spanky material. Pardon me if I am speaking too loudly because even with the high tech ... hearing aids the Veterans Administration provides to me, I do not have normal hearing.
