The tall bald man with one pink shoe / El hombre alto y calvo con un zapato rosa

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

Since it’s been challenging sharing photos from my iPad, I’m sharing some photos I had already loaded in my media library. Walking around Fuengirola. Walking around Málaga. What I’d like to be doing! Also, you can see below my new hospital shoe. I saw it in a window in Málaga and just had to have it.

Things are going really well. I no longer yell when I get out of bed, I simply huff aggressively. I even had a shower by myself yesterday. No sponge bath. That might disappoint you. Not me. Saturday’s sponge bath was a pleasure. A threesome. Sunday’s was done by a guy who didn’t want anyone to think he was taking any pleasure in it. He slapped my balls around so hard, I told him to stop.

But, poor San Geraldo, driving back and forth for visits every day twice a day. Taking the total wrath of the cats. Washing the dishes. He’s done the dishes once in three days which is amazing for SG. He ran out of small plates for the cats. He had to soak a fry pan after leaving it on the counter overnight after frying eggs. He had to wash a coffee mug before he could have coffee Monday morning. But when it comes to me, he never hesitates. At the time of this writing (Monday afternoon) he’s sitting on my sofa and working while I lounge in bed. I miss his hugs. Today’s photos are from Soho in Málaga and, of course, from the beach in Fuengirola. Thanks for all the moral and immoral support.

The morning update: The best news yesterday was when the surgeon visited and said I’m doing so well, he plans to send me home Wednesday. If I could, I’d do a happy dance. I wish I felt as good as he says I am. I have been doing some basic body movements and exercise, and that feels surprisingly good. Oh, and I sneezed this morning without dying.

Dado que ha sido un desafío compartir fotos desde mi iPad, voy a compartir algunas fotos que ya había cargado en mi biblioteca de medios. Paseando por Fuengirola. Paseando por Málaga. ¡Qué me gustaría estar haciendo! Además, puedes ver debajo mi nuevo zapato de hospital. Le vi en una ventana en Málaga y tuve que tenerlo.

Las cosas van muy bien. Ya no grito cuando me levanto de la cama, simplemente resoplo agresivamente. Incluso me duché solo ayer. Sin baño de esponja. Eso podría decepcionarte. Yo no. El baño de esponja del sábado fue un placer. Un trío El del domingo lo hizo un tipo que no quería que nadie pensara que estaba disfrutando de él. Golpeó mis bolas con tanta fuerza que le dije que se detuviera.

Pero, pobre San Geraldo, yendo y viniendo de visita todos los días. Tomando la ira total de los gatos. Lavando los platos. Lavó los platos duna vez en tres días, lo cual es increíble para SG. Se quedó sin platos pequeños para los gatos. Tuvo que remojar una sartén después de dejarla en el mostrador durante la noche después de freír los huevos. Tuvo que lavar una taza de café antes de poder tomar café el lunes por la mañana. Pero cuando se trata de mí, él nunca duda. En el momento de escribir esto (lunes por la tarde) él está sentado en mi sofá y trabajando mientras yo estoy en la cama. Extraño sus abrazos. Las fotos de hoy son del Soho de Málaga y, por supuesto, de la playa de Fuengirola. Gracias por todo el apoyo moral e inmoral.

Actualizacion de la mañana: La mejor noticia de ayer fue cuando el cirujano me visitó y me dijo que me estaba yendo tan bien que planeaba enviarme a casa el miércoles. Si pudiera, haría un baile feliz. Ojalá me sintiera tan bien como él dice que soy. He estado haciendo algunos movimientos corporales básicos y ejercicio, y eso se siente sorprendentemente bien. Ah, y estornudé esta mañana sin morir. Ah, y estornudé esta mañana sin morir.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

43 thoughts on “The tall bald man with one pink shoe / El hombre alto y calvo con un zapato rosa”

  1. It is great to hear that you are doing well, a shower on your own is a great joy. You could have brought the pink shoes along just to keep the staff whispering. I recognize that hotel, we were sitting there having breakfast one morning when a taxi backed into one of the trees, bending it like Beckham.

    1. David,
      I see that tree is still bent. A common look. The vertical garden is thriving. Glorious.

  2. I know ALL of you will be so glad when things get back to normal. Think the cats will punish you when you get home?

    1. Kelly,
      Dudo gave attitude years ago, the first time we went away. We get no attitude anymore. Just love.

  3. So good to hear you are ‘moving right along’.
    Caregivers/San Geraldo are an important part of healing. They can be underappreciated. But not in your case.
    Wednesday will be here before you know it.

    1. Jim,
      I can’t express my gratitude enough for San Geraldo. Kind. Patient. Caring. Practical. Entertaining. My one-man band.

  4. Good heavens, however it bother pinch you show up way over there? And I wouldn’t be too much of a hurry to get home, I mean you haven’t had your sponge bath yet by a hot nurse and you haven’t had your movie set up yet with Antonio the surgeon! Flirting is a Surefire way to recovery

    1. Mistress Borghese,
      Well I don’t know what autocorrect did to that first sentence. Or maybe Deedles is right and it’s the gin. I’ll save the fantasies for home.

    2. It’s this God damn cell phone. Every time I comment from my cell phone it never translates what I’m!!!! That should have read how ever did my pink shoe end up way over there!!!!!! I have less trouble with gin……

      1. Mistress Borghese:
        I have a cousin who speaks pure New York street. She used to phone me from her car, speak and let the app convert to text. It never understood anything she said!

    1. Oh I like the shoe. Olive Oyl meets Jessica Rabbit? I just sneezed THREE TIMES without dying. I hope I’m not pushing my luck.

  5. Good news about going home tomorrow. Know SG and the kitties will be glad to have you back under their roof. Can only imagine Dudo and Moose’s consternation–missing you so. Hope the ride back home is not too taxing.

    1. Mary,
      Our car sits kind of low. Getting in and out will be interesting … but doable.

  6. Yes caregivers are so under appreciated. As long as you know you have someone to hug and hold on tight then that helps so much. Pink footwear suits you fine ~ well, maybe not! Those look like high fashion Crocs?! LOL

    1. Ron,
      I’m so glad SG doesn’t have to make two round trips a day here any more. That alone can be stresssful.

  7. I’m sorry, Scoot. You know I love you right, but that shoe looks like somebody dunked a pile of poop into a vat of Pepto! Glad you’re coming home soon. Better the chaos you’re familiar with rather than any hospital’s mayhem.

    1. Deedles,
      I think I like the shoe because it looks like a cartoon. Can’t wait to go home today!

      1. Mistress Borghese:
        The shoe doesn’t look too Croccy for you?

    1. Laurent,
      It’s been a quick recovery it seems. Not quick enough for my tastes, but I’ll take it. Thanks

  8. Excellent news! Improvement all along! (I’ll just ignore the negatives, today 😉 Jerry is just so good 🙂

    1. Judy C,
      Jerry is a joy and a wonder… and so entertaining. Thanks for ignoring the negatives. I should too.

  9. I’m glad you’re feeling better, even if not the best, and it’s great that your doctors are pleased. Woo hoo! Henceforth, please steer clear of overaggressive nurses or nursing assistants!

    I love the St. Martin barber shop. I’d photograph that too.

  10. I think that shoe might be made out of chitterlings. Yuk!

    Good to hear you’re out tomorrow – I’m sure the cats will nag you incessantly. Or else sulk and ignore you. As cats do… Jx

  11. I am so glad that you are doing better. The one good thing about being sick is that it helps one appreciate the little things in life like taking a shower. Best wishes for a continued speedy recovery.

    1. Mcpersonalspace54,
      Taking a shower. Strapping on my sandals myself. Blowing my nose. Simple pleasures.

  12. So glad you’re doing well and possibly on your way home today. By the way, that shoe is really ugly…lol.

  13. Have you told the Kid Brother about the surgery yet? I’m interested in his take on the whole thing!

    I’m so happy to hear you’re improving, Mitchell. 🙂

    1. Jennifer:
      Sorry. Will fill everyone another day. I phoned him from the hospital Tuesday night and the conversation went perfectly. It makes me feel so good to know how well I “get him” sometimes. I thought out how to explain and after a few minutes, it was perfect.

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