March 8, 1990

Thirty years ago today

            Nancy and I made love in the morning. She tended to want it every day and sometimes had to start me up. Afterwards I got up to pee but couldn’t because it was too painful. It felt like gonorrhoea but it couldn’t have been because Nancy was a virgin and I hadn’t been with anyone else for several months. I went back to bed and held my bladder until it was time to get up. Then when I peed it only hurt a little and as the day went on urination became less and less painful.

            I went to sleep shortly after coming home from work and got up when Nancy returned from her marketing group.

            Nancy told me that her sister thought that I sounded insane on the phone.