Everybody Must Get Stoned (or The Friday Song)

Can you guess what this is? No, it's not a moon rock nor is it a old tangerine that is hard. You guessed it, it's a kidney stone and if you know me at all you know that I am fond of these puppies! For the last six or seven years I have struggled with these things and finally I broke, I went to the doctor to take care of the problem.

So on Tues. morning Emilie took down to the ER (after laying in my living room grunting like a drunk cow) to begin the process of kideny stones removal. What did we learn? A couple of things, (1) we always have great nurses whenever we are in the hospital, I tend to have great conversations about theology in there (granted I am pumped full of morphine) (2) I have a big stone that needs serious attention. Next step...go see the urologist on Wednesday morning. (Only after three hours on the phone with my insurance company).

Forward to this morning, 8 am, getting x-rays and seeing the urologist. (its not my-in so it must be u-rine) He looks at my x-rays and states "wow, that's a big stone". He said that lithoscripty will not work because its too big, they will have to operate. Sweet, not only do I hate needles, I have never had surgery nor am I comfortable with the idea of someone cutting open my side, take out my kidney, cutting that open (no joke!), removing the stone, then putting everything back together again.

So I get to wait until the 13th of November to have that, but get to have a smaller "procedure" on Thursday to help elevate some of the pain, which is not helped by a constant stream of Vicodin and Diludid. To top it off, our best friends are coming into town from St. Loius as we speak.

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Go Tigers!