Urology is a battlefield. There are seventy-three distinct ways a human body can humiliate its tenant before midnight on a Wednesday. Jake Edwardson is currently auditioning for at least six of them. An ex-sailor, woodworker, and author, Jake is locked in a high-stakes war with his own biology. His urological hardware has failed, leaving him trapped in a dented Buick, navigating the fog-choked streets of San Francisco toward the Veterans Affairs hospital. The pressure in his pelvis is a four-hundred-atmosphere scream; the pain is a searing wire burning through his groin. Beside him is Jenny, a Valkyrie behind the wheel of a '98 LeSabre. And in the backseat, invisible to everyone but Jake, is Raphael, the Archangel of Healing—looking less like a celestial being and more like a soot-stained veteran of a knife fight in Marseille. The ER Saint is a raw, unflinching, and darkly hilarious odyssey through the bureaucracy of pain, faith, and the absurd reality of living with a mutinous body. It is a story about finding holy ground on a scuffed linoleum floor, clutching an empty soda can like an artillery shell, and realizing that wreckage doesn't need a use-sometimes, it just needs a witness. "A urological epic. Painfully real, profoundly spiritual, and blisteringly funny."