Yes, I’m still in the USA. I started my trip with lots of time in airport bars. After all, beer is my prescription and it was St. Patrick’s Day.
I drank enough to calm me for my day long trek but not enough to get slobbering drunk like the two next to me. This guy had three vodkas before we were even in the air two hours.
Since staying in the US, I have probably put on ten pounds. Lots of beef and large portion sizes make me happy.
I had my procedure. The reason I flew back to the USA, only for it to be unsuccessful.
This is sideways and I can’t figure out how to turn it but…
Yep, stone is still there. It did crack but unfortunately it cracked horizontally. So the bottom half of the stone is gone but the top half is still stuck blocking my ureter and pissing off my kidney; or rather, lack of pissing off.
Therefore, when I can I am soaking up some sun (sometimes a rarity in Brussels).
And seeing my friends that I miss so terribly.
However, I am missing my baby, my fur baby and babies even more so. Next procedure is this Wednesday. God willing I will be flying home Saturday.