Yesterday I had a surgical procedure called a cystoscopy. If you have ever had prostate problems, you probably know already that it means they will shove a camera on a cord up through the hole you pee through, having put in a numbing agent that will take effect the minute the painful procedure ends. They take a picture of the flesh inside you that they intend to remove in the near future. Then you get to go home to recover, bleed a bit while peeing, and begin the anticipation of having to undergo the “roto-rooter” surgery.
So, I’m in a “great” mood today! The reason for a post that is short and sour.
Catch a Falling Star 