So I went to my urologist appointment today. Dr. Frank Kim. Nice guy actually and not one of them really old foggies either. Rather upbeat and such. So far I have passed one stone from my left kidney, which still leaves a tiny one in each kidney respectively. And they're not exactly noteworthy either. They could be walled up in there for weeks or even years.

Well, I have my percocet prescription refilled to 40 tablets, a new nauseous medication and some drug that will attempt to allow an easier passing of said stones. Unsure of the side effects right now so I'll be researching the brand shortly.

In two weeks I will have another CAT scan or however they spell the darn thing. They will determine then whether or not I will need surgery to remove and/or break up the one that is currently passing. Because apparently what did already liberate itself from me, so to speak, was not an actual stone. 60% chance I will need surgery. This new medication slightly improves my chances in not needing it or so I'm told.

I'm rather frightened at the aspect of surgery. Not because of Stephanie threatened to terminate my life as I know SHE WOULD! But I am and always have been scared of surgery and also being delayed further into the Job Corps program. I still don't know when I could go. Any time between February and April. But I know it'll take weeks for me to recover from an operation and it could easily cause a delay if I do go under the knife.

It's depressing having to handle these issues alone all the time.

I'm back, Jack!

So it's been quite a few months. I've passed through a few jobs. Waited around. Drank and sang lopsided on the boat at the lake. Even got a new camera with which I can finally have clear pictures! Woot!

Ah, it sure feels good. Get in contact with me if you remember me guys! Or hell, if ya just wanna talk. It's been much too long.

Sex Talk boards here I come!

Okay been awhile. This will be a brief and temporary update. As I am going out shortly.

Things have been left in the breeze for awhile. Friends came back from college across the state (To see moi! Okay, not really. But at least we're all back together.). I haven't hung out this much and this often in nearly a year. It's good to see those familiar faces. And getting smashed with them.

I've been drunk once before. But nothing serious. The past two nights I've been drinking harcore, playing bullshit, king's cup, etc. So I'm a lightweight and I admit it without feeling like a novice. Because I don't get drunk easily. It takes like 12 shots. Oh and beer.. tastes like vomit. I tried Pacifa, Coors, Bud, Corona.. damnit. They all taste the same. I'm sticking to my Smirnoff bitch beer because it's damn tasty. But when it comes down to it. I'll take anything with rum or vodka. Mm.

You guys have to party with me soon. That's when I pickup my Mexican accent! Because I am and always have been... a beaner at heart. Even if I'm French/Italian.