threemeninaboat | Terror Camp; Body Horror

This weekend I am on the Zoom conference about tall ship polar exploration, Terror Camp. Terror Camp is by and for young homos and to quote the author of Madness at the End of the World, "I thought my audience was old beardy guys who like the Civil War, yet there's 400 of you here, my largest audience ever, who are...not that... Why do you like me?"

I did not pipe in with, "I have the landlocked blues and I need to know that being on a ship is miserable."

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When I had endometriosis surgery at 22 they gave me 1 year before I'd need surgery again. 2 if I took my meds. I got 21 years.

21 years.

The endometriosis is burrowing into my lower intestine.
I thought, Hm 21 years. Surely we have had some medical break throughs in treatment? Studies? Developments?
No.
Jack shit.

I looked at my collection of what sort of helped in the past:
Diet? Nope.
NSAIDs: Nope.
Gabapentin: Nope
Booze: Bingo

I had 3 drinks at the Gaybors Buc-ee's themed Christmas Party last night. I took 2nd in the costume contest. #1 had a texas flag bikini and stripped, she deserved it. I had a Buc-ee's onesie. We got LEGOs in the White Elephant. I ate lots of garbage. I slept well, not completely pain free, but better than I had in weeks.

I'm normally a 3 drinks a month person ish. So there's now booze with dinner. Tonight is Schilling Cider House Mango 9.1% We'll see how long it holds.
Next step is opiates and finding a surgeon.