The 3rd Time’s Annoying

Skitter is sleeping in, while being fashionable in her kiwi Tie o’ the Day. I am off to the University of Utah Hospital this morning to get my 3rd ERCP in the last couple of months. A scope and a minuscule claw gadget will be sent down my throat in a few hours, yet again—one last try to extricate my pancreatic boulder. If this works, my September surgery can be canceled. Honestly, though, I don’t know why the ERCP would work this time, when it didn’t work the first two times. Nevertheless, I will have hope. Hope is a good thing.