The Z Machine
Footballguy
Positive vibes coming your way, Bob.
****ing Bob. always one step ahead of the rest of us.You’ll be all set for Talk Like A Pirate Day on 9/19.Also: are you gonna get an eyeball like Thor? That’d be sweet.
Love you guys too.
I made that joke to Mrs. SLB. She thinks Thor is hot or something.
I was told a prosthetic eye wasn't an option so patch it is! Surgery scheduled for 8/27.
If SLB has to wear a cone, I expect pictures. But I reckon he'll just have an eye shield. That's what I got for my eye surgeries. They are surprisingly comfortable.My dog had one eye removed last week and didn’t even need to wear a cone, so hoping you don’t either GB. Good vibes and best wishes for a quick recovery!
Never knew that you weren’t allowed to lick your balls after eye surgery.My dog had one eye removed last week and didn’t even need to wear a cone, so hoping you don’t either GB. Good vibes and best wishes for a quick recovery!
I'll let him tell his story but surgery went well and he is recovering.Does anyone have direct contact with bob or family? Any update on procedure?


Pretty sure Pep wouldn't mind. A muzzle too.My dog had one eye removed last week and didn’t even need to wear a cone, so hoping you don’t either GB. Good vibes and best wishes for a quick recovery!
You are officially annointed purveyor of updates. Trust you with my life. Love you Matty.I'll let him tell his story but surgery went well and he is recovering.Does anyone have direct contact with bob or family? Any update on procedure?
You da man brother. Keep kicking that ***. I don’t remember if I have your phone number. But I’m curious. If you send bloody dong pics, I’ll pass them on to my wife. I know you’d want that. Love you brother.The surgeries a week ago Tuesday went well! Not only do I have a cancer that has never been observed worldwide, but the location of the tumor is so unique that my case was described as a once-in-a-lifetime teaching experience. That doesn't sound great right?! LOL
Like the stock market, sometimes bad is good and good is bad. In this case, it was certainly good! I had about a dozen world class surgeons in the OR observing and helping patch me up. Ug, I know, please no more puns Bob!!
I was also very fortunate to have first class RN's look after me in the ICU during my time in the OR. There was one exception. That was Thursday evening and after meeting the new RN for the next 12 hours, my wife Patty, who slept overnights with me, instacalled telling me one nurse gave her the vibe she didn't know what she was doing. Ironically, she had years of experience and wasn't "newly minted" (my wife's term) like the rest of the nurses. We later learned she is a travel nurse filling in for someone that called in sick.
Patty, aka, Pep, had to help her with a few things but was doing her best to stay out of the way. Pep was sleeping when she was draining the bulbs coming out of left leg which tendons were cut out of to fill the orbital cavity, and didn't drain and seal them properly. Because of this, I had a massive hematoma in my upper left thigh. Again, so lucky to have so many surgeons involved as I was checked and checked again all day and night by surgeons. Even on drugs, it was painful, like having Charley horse the size of cantaloupe. It was discovered immediately by one of the surgeons. As luck would have it, there was another surgery that just canceled so the OR, anesthesia, instruments, etc., was set up. The universe provides! They rushed me in to re-open my leg and clean me out. All good!
During a shift change that evening, the new nurse, Katie, was briefed by Sydney, the current nurse, about my case. Katie remarked that I must have been freaking out. Sydney told her I was the calmest person in the room. Communicating that to all of you because it’s YOU that gives me this strength!
Here’s a funny moment from early Saturday morning: around 2am, I needed to use the restroom and hit the call button for Katie to unhook me from the monitors. As I sat on the edge of the bed, gravity did its thing and a heck of a lot of blood burst through the gaps in incisions. It looked like a crime scene. Katie yells “I need a nurse!!” waking Pep up and summoning a dozen newly minted female RN’s to my room. Katie is trying to stop the blood, so my gown is hiked up and nothing left to the imagination. My blood pressure cuff was still hooked up and registered a 110/71. It didn’t bother me at all. Plus, the ear-to-ear smile on Pep’s face made me appreciate her, how well she knows me, but I’m sure didn’t want to know exactly what was going through my mind.
I was released from the hospital on Sunday and arrived home early afternoon. I've slept almost the entire time since. If you have ever been in the ICU, you know, it's not a place to rest. I promise I will be going back to bed soon and rest for the next 4-5 weeks to heal up so that phases 2-3 can be started. Everyone has been so supportive; I’ve felt it difficult to check out without giving you an update. The love, my God, the love. I wish everyone could experience what this support feels like from all of you. I promise I will be back in bed resting soon.
Love you all!
BH
PS
Send me a text if you sicko's want to see gory pictures.![]()

My wife walked in at this point. I told her “nothing to see here”.![]()

My wife walked in at this point. I told her “nothing to see here”.![]()
"Yeah, no kidding." - Mrs. Raid

Hell to the no!Send me a text if you sicko's want to see gory pictures.
It's always cool when the doctor calls everyone over and tells them that they will hardly ever see this. Makes you feel "special".Not only do I have a cancer that has never been observed worldwide, but the location of the tumor is so unique that my case was described as a once-in-a-lifetime teaching experience.
#5! Great movie!from James Bond "Thunderball" (where's this one rank
When I had my cardiac ablation last year, my charge nurse was an absolute smoke show and they go in through the groin so there was more attention than normal in that area. My wife was just looking at me, shaking her head the whole time fabulous.
After I came out of surgery, I found out she was going to Paris and was flirting with her in the worst French ever. good times
ETA: the final “test” before I left the hospital was to walk the bathroom, use it and not have any leakage from the plug in my groin. It leaked slightly. So Breewas applying pressure on it by basically putting all her weight on the plug. My junk was out for all to see. My wife walked in at this point. I told her “nothing to see here”.
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Love how our hero ignored the rushing blood and proudly displayed his junk to the nursing staff! Seriously - you are an unbelievable inspiration to us all, Bob. Your fight and attitude are unreal. Glad you are on the mend amigo
I didn't expose myself. The RN in charge did that for me. There's a gash on my upper left thigh to my knee. They took tendons out to stuff in my orbital cavity.Hang in there my brother. PMs always open if you need someone to talk to.Thanks Bob for the gift of perspective. I had a bad day and was feeling a little sorry for myself. I read your update and my troubles all seem petty now in comparison. I will strive to deal with the challenges in my life as you have.
It's a tall order, but I'm going to try my best.
Stay strong.
Thanks Bob. Every time I think you are the absolute best, you go ahead and.....kick it up another notch. Thanks.Hang in there my brother. PMs always open if you need someone to talk to.Thanks Bob for the gift of perspective. I had a bad day and was feeling a little sorry for myself. I read your update and my troubles all seem petty now in comparison. I will strive to deal with the challenges in my life as you have.
It's a tall order, but I'm going to try my best.
Stay strong.
Now I have an image of tendons just waving from an empty eye socket. Kind of like John Carpenter's The Thing.Love how our hero ignored the rushing blood and proudly displayed his junk to the nursing staff! Seriously - you are an unbelievable inspiration to us all, Bob. Your fight and attitude are unreal. Glad you are on the mend amigoI didn't expose myself. The RN in charge did that for me. There's a gash on my upper left thigh to my knee. They took tendons out to stuff in my orbital cavity.
looks like you took a heck of a beatingPics
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I was already blessed in scarsI know chicks dig scars, but that's overachieving a bit.
Also, owie.

You are one brave mother****er. Pardon the language.
Nah. He was bit by a shark, dragged it all the way from the beach to the hospital and is planning to go surfing tomorrow.You are one brave mother****er. Pardon the language.
Dude got bitten by a copperhead, killed it, put it in a brown paper bag and took it with him to the hospital. This is Chuck Norris level brave and bad.
Maybe Chuck Norris is his wingman.Nah. He was bit by a shark, dragged it all the way from the beach to the hospital and is planning to go surfing tomorrow.You are one brave mother****er. Pardon the language.
Dude got bitten by a copperhead, killed it, put it in a brown paper bag and took it with him to the hospital. This is Chuck Norris level brave and bad.
Chuck Norris stays far away when Bob is around.
The surgeries a week ago Tuesday went well! Not only do I have a cancer that has never been observed worldwide, but the location of the tumor is so unique that my case was described as a once-in-a-lifetime teaching experience. That doesn't sound great right?! LOL
Like the stock market, sometimes bad is good and good is bad. In this case, it was certainly good! I had about a dozen world class surgeons in the OR observing and helping patch me up. Ug, I know, please no more puns Bob!!
I was also very fortunate to have first class RN's look after me in the ICU during my time in the OR. There was one exception. That was Thursday evening and after meeting the new RN for the next 12 hours, my wife Patty, who slept overnights with me, instacalled telling me one nurse gave her the vibe she didn't know what she was doing. Ironically, she had years of experience and wasn't "newly minted" (my wife's term) like the rest of the nurses. We later learned she is a travel nurse filling in for someone that called in sick.
Patty, aka, Pep, had to help her with a few things but was doing her best to stay out of the way. Pep was sleeping when she was draining the bulbs coming out of left leg which tendons were cut out of to fill the orbital cavity, and didn't drain and seal them properly. Because of this, I had a massive hematoma in my upper left thigh. Again, so lucky to have so many surgeons involved as I was checked and checked again all day and night by surgeons. Even on drugs, it was painful, like having Charley horse the size of cantaloupe. It was discovered immediately by one of the surgeons. As luck would have it, there was another surgery that just canceled so the OR, anesthesia, instruments, etc., was set up. The universe provides! They rushed me in to re-open my leg and clean me out. All good!
During a shift change that evening, the new nurse, Katie, was briefed by Sydney, the current nurse, about my case. Katie remarked that I must have been freaking out. Sydney told her I was the calmest person in the room. Communicating that to all of you because it’s YOU that gives me this strength!
Here’s a funny moment from early Saturday morning: around 2am, I needed to use the restroom and hit the call button for Katie to unhook me from the monitors. As I sat on the edge of the bed, gravity did its thing and a heck of a lot of blood burst through the gaps in incisions. It looked like a crime scene. Katie yells “I need a nurse!!” waking Pep up and summoning a dozen newly minted female RN’s to my room. Katie is trying to stop the blood, so my gown is hiked up and nothing left to the imagination. My blood pressure cuff was still hooked up and registered a 110/71. It didn’t bother me at all. Plus, the ear-to-ear smile on Pep’s face made me appreciate her, how well she knows me, but I’m sure didn’t want to know exactly what was going through my mind.
I was released from the hospital on Sunday and arrived home early afternoon. I've slept almost the entire time since. If you have ever been in the ICU, you know, it's not a place to rest. I promise I will be going back to bed soon and rest for the next 4-5 weeks to heal up so that phases 2-3 can be started. Everyone has been so supportive; I’ve felt it difficult to check out without giving you an update. The love, my God, the love. I wish everyone could experience what this support feels like from all of you. I promise I will be back in bed resting soon.
Love you all!
BH
PS
Send me a text if you sicko's want to see gory pictures.![]()
Pinking shears?It’s 8 in the morning and I’m laying in bed sobbing over a one eyed, cat shirt bandit that I’ve never actually met.
Face looks normal to me. Your leg however, wtf did they use, those scissors that are jagged to make crinkle cuts!?!
Wishing you the best!