i found out, this morning, the hard way, that i am the proud owner of a ~6mm sized kidney stone.
mainly, i found out by writhing around on the bed for over an hour, screaming and cursing while rachael got ready for work.
i’m doing ok now; we went to the dr, i got some good painkillers and a strainer for my pee. whee! i get to have a cat scan on wednesday to make sure there aren’t more. i am of the opinion that this is the only one, but science will tell me the truth.
i imagine i will have a very calm weekend as a result of this. fun.
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you should make a necklace out of it.
Thanks for making me sound heartless, honey. Also, since when do you believe in science?
My favorite lines in this post:
1. “strainer for my pee”: thanks for (over)sharing
2. “science will tell me the truth”: disturbing.
I won’t comment on Rachael’s heartless behavior.
My mother loves to tell this story about my father when he had kidney stones. They had just rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night and my dad was writhing in pain on the bed with my mother at his side. The doctor commented that passing a kidney stone was as, or more, painful than childbirth. My mother, ever the optimist, observed, “Hey Bob, at least you won’t have to pay college tuition for this one.”
My father, normally an enthusiastic teller of tuition jokes, was not amused.
i didn’t mean to imply rachael was in any way heartless. she could move, i couldn’t. she also drove me to the doctor, while i sat in the passengers’ seat and screamed and moaned.
this is going to be a fun experience. and by fun, i mean painful and overly annoying.
i’m sorry about the stone. but let’s look on the brightside -
mmm, painkillers.
next time just go to the ER. you’ll get an IV, some good IV pain meds, the CT, and the strainer in one go, no muss, no fuss.
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