The beauty of television

I was in the hospital for four solid days following my prostate surgery. I kept the TV on the entire time.

I had a portable CD player with some Tragically Hip discs, but I didn't listen to them once. I bought the CD player specifically for the trip to the hospital.

Except for the few hours after coming out of the operating room, I can't recall sleeping a wink in the hospital. I know I must have, but it never felt like I did.

The TV helped me sleep. I was watching the first episodes of "24" and "The Best Damn Sports Show Period." I hated them both.

There were a lot of crazy old movies. On the last day, I remember sitting with Mary while we watched some crazy Tarzan knock off.

I have not been sleeping much in my current situation.

When my port was first installed, I was taking Vicodin to dull the pain and that seemed to help me sleep.

The docter later prescribed some Ambian and that helped for two nights. Now, the only thing that works is the TV.

With the TV on I can sleep a complete night. If I am in bed, I get up every hour to do something – pee — look out the window — look at Lucy — check the damn e-mail.

I hope I have a TV in my room this time. I am looking at 7 days or so.. I need my sleep.