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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Prostrated by my Prostate!

I’m not travelling at present, but I’ll be still posting some of my greatest “hits” for a while.  Right now I’m sitting at home recovering from a prostate operation: not for prostate cancer – but the other one – the one that guys don’t want to talk about, BPH – or Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia.

Basically BPH is caused by an enlarged prostate that cuts off the flow of urine from the bladder.  According to the Hopkins Medicine Organization, the condition is called BPH, or Benign prostatic hyperplasia.
“Benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH): An age-related enlargement of the prostate that isn't malignant. BPH is the most common noncancerous prostate problem, occurring in most men by the time they reach their 60s. Symptoms are slow, interrupted, or weak urinary stream; urgency with leaking or dribbling; and frequent urination, especially at night. Although it isn't cancer, BPH symptoms are often similar to those of prostate cancer.”

There are several treatments for it:  it can be able to be treated with drugs or several surgical treatments.  The most common treatment is called TURP or Transurethral resection of the Prostate – or as my late uncle Alfie used to call it, “The Ream Job.”

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Pirates of the Adaman Sea

My Happy Sailing Crew
Well after two weeks of dealing with Tigers, Elephants and an assortment of standing, sitting, lying, laughing, crying and squatting Buddhas  I decide I need a break and a four day three night sailing tour seems like the perfect choice.  I nickname this part of my itinerary as Forget the Buddhas – I’d rather Be Sailing.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Okay, I understand the chanting - but does it have to be so loud!

Monks on a "Chant Break"

From Bangkok we travel by sleeper train to Chiang Mai, an overnight adventure in itself which due to a rampageous group of young Aussies in the next car featured very little in the way of sleep. The problem with many trains in South East Asia is the bathrooms.  They aren’t pleasant.  They begin out okay, but after a couple hours  they begin to reek like a ten day old cat litter box that has been left in the sun.  By four hours your eyes are watering – even if you’re half way down the car. This doesn’t seem to deter the Australians who seem immune to the smell and happily will stagger to the washroom open up the door and puke on the floor.

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