I was asked by Nicole Lyrette to write about this venture, so blame her that there is NOTHING to talk about.
I went to have a followup with the surgeon who removed the stone from me. As expected; he was friendly yet professional. I will have regular contact with him for the next two or so years, so I do not have to worry about a second rodeo.
There you are, Nicole: I hope you are fucking happy. Because of you, I have wasted everyone’s time for ten minuets.
Now I will talk about why I do not like coming home!
It really comes down to how no matter how my family tries, this house is far from accessible. I cannot get what I want when I want it, and that makes me sad. My room/apartment is set up exactly how I want it and I can reach everywhere.
My family tried to make this situation usable, and it is as good as anyone could make a one hundred year old home work. I have just out grown this.
Guess what? I made it through an update without cursing the government in some way!