Monday, July 8, 2013

Yuck

I am in a bad place. Unfortunately, I don't mean physically.

I blame my bladder. It hasn't gotten over the kidney stone trauma.

A friend suggested that a lawsuit maybe in order, but no. I think the only one I could sue would be the God that decided, "Hey, a little screwed-up DNA is A-OK." I hear he has good lawyers, and if you are winning, he trots out the old saw about he created the world.

Also, my urologist said it could be months before I am back to normal. My bladder was, to use her medical term, "jazzed."

The incontinence saps my strength, my energy, me. Yuck.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'll hold you in the light until you can get back there. xxoo
me

Anonymous said...

I'm kind of stuck on the image of a jazzed bladder. I see it dancing in a dimly lit nightclub, probably in paris. I love you though, all the time
metc

Anonymous said...

I now have a mental picture of a bladder doing "jazz hands".

"Thanks a lot Mare"

Anonymous said...

Me too all of it.
JTG

Matt Trott said...

this has been in my mind since she told Mom jazzed. Welcome to my world.

Signed: DJ Jazzy Bladder and the Fresh Kidney

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