Better.

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For the moment, again.  As when I woke for supper, warm sleep had helped.  Though I woke a time earlier, after supper, in impressive agony.  Which surprised me.  I thought, from feeling so much better, at super, I was getting through to the better side.  Nope.  Each time I wake, it is better or worse, but in the better episodes I begins to fail quickly.  So that taking a few sips of water, tylenol if it is time, then jumping back to sleep to attempt escaping agony, seems the best.

I am surprised either the condition, or the procedure effects, continue to physically or otherwise, plague me so long.  Thankfully, I have the time and way to attempt to sleep it off.

Oh?  Remember when my renal docs suggested my kidneys were lower on my back?  Both the gal and guy docs were wrong.  My kidneys are exactly where I had thought they hurt... about a quarter the way up my back, a third the way up, or a bit more, really, given that they went in at the very lowest portion, for the biopsies.  I AM different.  Still, good to know my sensations are more correct than their education.  It frees me to trust myself over their taught beliefs.  If they are wrong on simple anatomy, and don't have the tools to simply check, they are wrong about much else.

I would really like to get up, game a bit.  Maybe eat... something.  But I fear severe pain returning.  So, there is only one logical thing to to.  Get up and grin through it, if it comes.  Until I am battered back to bed or make it through.  Being a guy type sucks, but there is serious gallows humor that is derived thereof!  Later.

Oh?  Ho, ho, ho.  Merry Christmas!

Now get off my danged digital porch!  ;p