I’m on drugs. Floaty.

I have an excuse, though. I had minor surgery yesterday. But the kidney stone is gone now! It got blasted. (Not…the sort of blasted…that I am now…) Broken into small pieces, blasted. It was all quite an ordeal. I didn’t care for the part where they had to anesthetize me…but…well, once I was asleep, I didn’t know. I’m SUCH a control freak.

According to the doctor I am quite the unique individual. Apparently my right ureter (the tube that runs from the kidney to the bladder) splits into two sections before reaching the bladder. So now I’m a mutant. If I’m going to be a mutant, why can’t I control the weather or walk through walls or something? THOSE things would be useful.

Out of kindness to the populace, I won’t describe the peculiar aftereffects of the procedure I underwent. Suffice it to say that I still have some pain, but nothing like the pain I felt with the stone. I’m still on drugs. And I have the urge to…er…go…frequently. Not necessarily a bad thing. All the rest…you don’t need to know.

Except, I like vicodin. All hail the great Viking, Odin! (See, this tells you how much under the influence I am. I actually thought that was clever and amusing.)