It was just four weeks ago today, I bled until I went unconscious. I’ll spare you (and myself) a repetition of the disgusting details; suffice it to say that the physician who was operating the “guided” biopsy machine on that fateful Friday afternoon got a little carried away. He poked a few too many holes in my prostate and, in his enthusiasm, jubilantly nicked an artery in the process. It was apparently just a nick at first so I had what was described as “not an unusual amount” of bleeding at first. Maybe the artery had been weakened but not entirely broken open just then; so they put me up on my feet and walked me out to my waiting angel of a wife and told her to take me home and put me to bed for the weekend with a warning to not lift anything or pretty much do anything at all.
From our friend Yaacov ben Moshe.
