Waiting while hoping for a trace of colour
Maybe one cannot extract blood from a stone, but I invite you to research the term “hematuria”. As in, something I want to see, ASAP. Last evening, the first signs of renal colic flagged the way the next few days are likely to unfold. Picture me, perched on the edge of a kitchen stool, because trying to extract myself from a normal chair (or worse, the living room couch) is just too unpleasant. The dog wonders at my sudden reticence to serve as his doorman.
I did assist in transporting several oversize pieces of wallboard, this afternoon, from out to in. Thankfully, that job is almost done, in case my condition worsens.
This is not a new game: I’ve been in an out of hospitals for more than four decades, when the pain level rises to red. Yes, I maintain my fluid intake, and yes, I try to “watch my diet”. Dull TV. Right now, I just want to get back to my normal, complacent state.
So, what did you do today?
The rhetoric from Crazyland is ramping up, as they try to find the answer to what may be a compromised election sequence. I can handle it in small doses, and I wish their nation the best of luck going forward. My chances of a return tourist visit are lower than at any point in the past. Yes, I’d like to try squeezing the RV through one of the holes in a mountain (are they referred to as tunnels, when formed by nature?) For now, I will have to accept that there’s video footage on YouTube.
