I have a date with my cute pee doctor and a few assorted (stabby) medical instruments tomorrow morning. This procedure will remove the shadow-casting rock-baby living in my soft, vulnerable bladder (it has been gestating for over a year now with no issues, but the last two months have been a living hell). Needless to say, the stone should be big… and more fun to have in a jar than it in me. It already has a place reserved on the shelf with its 35-odd brothers and sisters. It will be the crowning achievement thus far. A big brother to everyone else, at least for now. Visiting hours TBA.
There was a very bright moment today. I was visited by someone pretty special. I’ll be thinking about her face while I am high as a kite and under the knife. I think I’ll make it.
It should be a total blast. And it better not ruin my plans of seeing two great bands later in the evening. I want to rock out with my rock out. We shall see.