Health and safety (Page 2)

I have to admit, I don’t know what to do with the information that Lion’s low blood pressure may be to blame for his not being able to get and/or maintain an erection. On one hand, I’m glad there’s a possible reason. It’s not just me not being able to arouse him. On the other hand, low blood pressure is nothing to mess around with. Who knows how long this has been going on? It may actually explain the cause of his falling and becoming unresponsive. He said he wasn’t dizzy. He was tired and just sank to the floor. I’m no doctor but it seems to me that could happen with low blood pressure.

The problem I’m having with this knowledge is that I wonder what the point is of giving him attention if he can’t get it up. Obviously, he can still have fun. I’m sure he’s not completely out of commission. I don’t think his blood pressure is low all the time. Since neither of us can know ahead of time how things will go, it lends itself to disappointment on both sides. I don’t mean he’ll disappoint me. I worry about disappointing him. If my arm didn’t start to go numb, I know I could get him to the edge. Of course, I don’t know. But that’s what I worry about. I think he’s worried about my hurting myself trying to get him to the edge. He’s also worried about being broken. I guess, in a sense, he is. But it’s a good way to be broken. As long as we can get his blood pressure in a normal range, it should be fixed.

See what happens when you lose weight? The medications do too good a job and it screws with your erections. Save yourself! Stay fat.

We’ll just have to play like normal and be happy with what we get. I’m always happy with what I get. Except when I don’t get Lion cream.

I need Lion cream.

Lion had some fun yesterday. I set up the massage table and filled his balls full of clothespins. I also put one on each nipple. He hates that. And that’s why I do it. He was hard in no time and I stopped twice along the way to make him nervous. I didn’t want him thinking he was guaranteed an orgasm. He was, but he didn’t have to know. Eventually I gave him one but I didn’t get any cream filling.

This morning, I had a doctor appointment. Rather than waiting for the doctor to yell at me to come in, I was proactive. Sure, I was a month or so late, but it’s sooner than I normally go. I guess I have the diet to thank for better numbers all way around. Losing weight helps in many respects. Of course, not eating crap has a lot to do with it.

When I got home, Lion had news from his neurologist. She ordered scans and the fastest way to have them is to head for the emergency room. You can imagine how thrilled Lion was. We’re waiting now for blood tests and scans. He insists that he isn’t staying in the hospital overnight. I say he’s staying if necessary. Let’s see who wins.

Of course, all the nurses and doctors wonder why he didn’t come to the hospital on Thursday. He hates hospitals. It was difficult to get him to come today. Now he says if he’s unresponsive again, I should call 911. He won’t feel that way at the time, but I will call.

I will keep you updated.

After work I set up the massage table. When I went in the bedroom to collect Lion, he was asleep. I didn’t wake him. He’s had so much trouble sleeping lately, I figured snoozing was good for him. Of course, he was disappointed later when I said the massage table was set up and we didn’t use it. He didn’t get very excited when I was playing with him under the covers. I just figured he still wasn’t feeling well.

Before dinner, he mentioned his stomach was upset before we ate dinner. We decided to eat a new dinner. Afterwards, he really didn’t feel well. It wasn’t all at once, but he wasn’t a happy camper. Just before he’d normally get ready for bed, he made another bathroom run. The TV was up pretty loud, so it took a bit before I realized he was calling me. By the time I got to him, he was sinking to the floor. He’s had an easier time getting to his feet lately, so I wasn’t too worried about that. I went to get a chair so he could use it to get up.

When I got back, however, he was not responding to me. He was breathing, but he wouldn’t answer me. Touching him didn’t register. I ran to get clothes on and grab the phone to call an ambulance. Luckily, he started coming around. It took him quite a while to get off the floor and even longer to get back to a point that I was convinced he was going to be alright. Snoozing a little more helped.

He had a rough night and he’s still feeling like garbage, but he hasn’t had that weird non-responsive thing again. That was the scariest thing I’ve been through. He didn’t remember it at all. I guess that’s good. Part of me still thinks I should have called the ambulance. What if it happens again? Wouldn’t it be good to find out what happened? Chances are, they’d never figure it out once it stopped. He’s acting like a normal, sick Lion now.