Maybe I Should Stop Eating All That Gravel

Yes, the rumors are true. I went to the ER around 11:00am Thursday morning with massive lower back pain. After two shots of morphine, the pain subsided. An x-ray confirmed my looming suspicions that it was indeed a kidney stone. It is small enough to pass, but large enough to cause a whole world of pain. I say ‘is’ because as of this writing, I’m quite certain it hasn’t passed. Anyway I spent the night at the hospital and was sent home Friday afternoon with a boatload of pain medicine and anti-nausea pills. I have never experienced such pain in my life, and I’ve been told it’s up there with childbirth. I have since developed a deeper respect for the mothers of the world.

And so I sit here now waiting for the moment that the stone decides to unleash another round of hellish fury. I have a feeling that it’s waiting for that opportune moment: just when I think I’m home free, just when I’m doing something important, just when my pain medicine is hopelessly out of reach. I know it’s in there right now, plotting my demise. It knows that I can only sit here and drown in terrible dread, and that I have yet to suffer the true power of pain that a 3mm rock can wield.

Okay, enough of that…

Dinner is served!

Dinner is served!