Recovered

It is with some trepidation that I say this -- not wanting to jinx anything -- but nine months and many changes of pants after my my kidney stone, I seem to be back to my normal.

Today, my urologist's "stone guy" said my kidneys look good. He saw a little spot but wasn't sure it was a stone. He wasn't sure my control seemed back to pre-stone levels. He wondered if I passed another stone that had been causing issues.

His good report actually did not convince me I was back to normal. That happened Friday. I had been feeling more in control for a few weeks, so I was happy, and I sort of had to pee when I went to the bathroom Friday.

In the post-stone world, having to go generally meant I'd be too late, so I had been trying to go ever hour and a half whether I needed it or not.

But Friday I did have to pee, so I transferred to the toilet ... or tried to.

I fell, between the toilet and the stall wall, and yes, that is a really narrow space.

And I held my bladder in check. I held it as I stood once, collapsed, stood again, sat on the toilet, almost fell off again, got properly situated and I could give the bladder a green light.

No runs, no drips, no errors.