The first real post - As the Earth cooled so to speak.

This whole saga started out on Father's Day of this year. While out camping with some of the dearest friends we have and each of their parents (hell there all friends, enough alcohol at many get togethers qualifies in my book) I got strep. I had no idea. The next month I just thought through some long hours at work I was just a little tired and maybe had a little summer flu/cold. A month later during a summer vacation to California and Oregon, my appetite was almost gone and Paige was giving me a kiss goodnight. That next Wednesday found me grey and on the verge of being put in the hospital for a severe kidney infection. Come to find out strep doesn't always go to the throat, it also likes choice K. To make a long story short, antibiotics and steroids and time heals the kidneys and all parts to allow me to pee normal again. This ends in mid August.

On a side note, my last official beverage was a Mike's Hard lemonade with Cheryl, because the damn gas station next to the campground in Redding didn't sell Miller anything. Its a sad way to have left things.