How can it be possible that I feel just exactly fine this morning? In fact I felt fine most of yesterday. I’m being very conscientious about drinking water, and I’m taking the Tamsulosin that’s supposed to, um, ‘work by relaxing muscles in the bladder and prostate,’ for whatever that’s worth. Friends lavished gifts of heavy pain drugs on me, which I used moderately on der tag and hardly at all since. I woke this morning, as I did yesterday morning, with a little discomfort around my right kidney but no real pain. My appetite’s back. I feel great.
But oh, how I remember Monday morning. I’m treading carefully, lest that shoe drop again…
