I suppose that I should post something along the lines that the surgery went fine. They got rid of the stone. I’m still sore because I’ve got a stent in me. I hate the word “stent”, as it’s made me queasy for years anytime I’ve heard or read of someone needing one for something. Presumably, I will find out next week if my kidney function has rebounded to non-end-stage levels.

I wish I could write something triumphant about how this crisis is over and how great it feels. The problem is, things were, at least in my mind’s prison, quite grim before all of this happened, for reasons that I’ve implied but never explicitly stated on this site. After a little sharing of blunt truths, I’m not sure I want to go back to writing as merely the bitter, complaining, self-deprecating, misanthrope. I’m more complicated than that. But if I just let it all hang out there, what will be my purpose in doing so?

No more video blogs for now. Those were pretty awful.

I need lots and lots of sleep right now…