Well, back home 200 miles later. A trip to the ER after I logged off last night.
I was in agony, no place or position was comfortable, on the floor, feet up, sitting, draped over the foot stool (Yes I tried that position in as many ways as I could bend).
I was wishing I could vomit, do a major colon cleanse– anything.
So at midnight plus 30 – Being as I was at my sister’s house – I sought to unlock a door and drive myself to the emergency room before the food poisoning – which I originally wished it as food poisioning – would just hit instead of having everything ache and inflict such suffering.
My sister (“SIster Sledgehammer” The one that dented the car with her body three years ago, you can read about it in “2 Seconds…”) Would not hear of me getting in my car and driving myself to the Emergency Department at the hospital. So she got up and drove me.
Probably a good thing, I might have taken my four-wheel-drive for a booney-crash fun time in the trip to the hospital.
But the pain does make for irrational thoughts. “I Can” would turn into a disaster of “no you can’t”.
So a Computer Tomography Scan, a sonogram, a few pokes and prods.
Yours truly has a kidney stone.
Blech, I would rather have a moderate case of food poisoning!
Mainly because now I have to come clean and apologize to the restaurant (even though I had not named them last night – I think it was my suspicion it was – indeed – a kidney stone.
Pain on palpation on the flank etc. I have been in medicine long enough to recognize the symptoms. I just– REALLY just not wanted to have a K-stone.
Is this where I say “FML”:?
I went to the Emergency Department and after the CT?
Yeah, a stone.
Omy it hurt so bad.
Doctor how big is this boulder?
“One millimeter.” Doctor said.
“One…” My jaw hit the floor.
A piece of sand?
Yup. I was brought to my knees and unable to write because of a grain of sand 1.0 mm in size.
Tonight, I hurt mildly in different areas.
Why do my shoulders hurt? It’s not like I shot a thousand arrows (Figure six hours for that) in a day. Chest? Yeah, aches. Tummy? oh yeah.
Hungry? no, not really. But I did eat some cheese, a few bits of a baguette and dipped it in olive oil and balsamic vinegar – oh and one glass of white wine.
Funny, how I was not hungry, but as soon as I sat near some of my favorite foods, yeah I ate them.
Still, I have flank pain. Will I sleep tonight or will I make a return trip to the Emergency Dept? We’ll see.
A grain of sand. The size of a pinhead?
I am such a wimp. Lightweight. Wuss. heh.
If a woman can push something the size of a bowling ball through an orifice the size of her eye and then smile afterwards, I should be able to pass a grain of sand.
But Nuuuu… I needed drugs to be able to think rationally.
Unlocking the back door and trying to sneak out the front door that I cannot lock to drive myself to a hospital in the distance and not have anyone know where I was going?
That’s not rational. That’s just pain and panic thinking.
I did talk to my nieces, they and their mom (Sister Sledgehammer) are willing to have their names as sisters in “Married by Mistake” so the other names will be removed and the nieces put in their place.
Anyway – I still carry the stone, I can feel it. it hurts, but I am better than i was, but it still hurts. We’ll see for tonight.
Now… Let me see if I can get a chapter of fiction written for you all in three hours.
Give me a vote by purchasing one of my kindle novels. And a little feedback, privately if you don’t want to
I would like to see if Zela’s artist, J. P. might be interested in making a cover for an anthology. 😉
I hope that is not an irrational thought.
Well, back to fiction!
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