I spent half my weekend in the hospital passing a kidney stone. Needless to say I did not get much sewing done. This is not my first dance with a stone, in fact I passed one about 6 years ago. So immediately when the pain starting hitting me, I tried to convince myself it was just gas, and that a little Gas X would do the trick. Well not so much. By Sunday in the middle of church service I was climbing over the pew trying to get some relief. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer, and with a loud screech that jumped up out of my seat and ran out to my car. I drove myself to the hospital and the rest is history.
Even though the idiot emergency room Dr. claimed he couldn’t see a stone after having me go through a CT Scan and x-rays. He claimed my pains where from a phantom illness or maybe muscle spasms since I’ve been working out. I knew from experience exactly what I was feeling. Not my first rodeo Doc. I have a very high tolerance for pain and been through some pretty painful ordeals, and no medication.
The next day I went to a follow up with my urologist who confirmed that there was evidence of not only did I pass a stone the size of a grain of sand; I also have an umbilical hernia, and cysts on my Liver and Kidney (which are benign).
Don't I look pitiful. Poor Poor Me. Hah
So, the Saga continues, what is next? I can handle anything. God is my strength and redeemer!