I’ve been out of commission for several days.  The doctor in the emergency room said I passed a kidney stone.  He didn’t say it was the size of the whole state of Missouri, but, I know very well that it is at least that big and maybe bigger.  Lets throw in Alaska and Texas for good measure.  In other words passing a kidney stone hurts like..well you know what.  Ugh!  I’ve been lying around through this whole holiday weekend feeling like death warmed over.

My eighteen year old grandson, Josh, came to spend the holiday with me.  He was sick.  Very sick.  The poor kid couldn’t breathe, couldn’t lie down, couldn’t sit up.  I called my daughter, Josh’s mother. 

“Josh is sick,” I told her.

“Okay,” she said.

“Very sick,” I persisted.

“Okay,” she said.

“Look this kid needs to see a doctor,” I told her.

After a couple of phone calls she finally called Josh’s dad to pick him up and take him to a doctor.  I called Josh later, the test results aren’t back yet but it is probably mono or strep throat.  I don’t want either one, I’m dealing with enough.  I love Josh with all my heart, but, I don’t love his illness.

So here I lie, alone, nobody has come to see me, except Josh.  I’m not contagious, I just have a kidney stone.  But, people don’t like sick people, all we want to talk about is how bad we hurt/feel.  Anyway, today’s observation on the world in general:

BEING SICK SUCKS!

UPDATE

First of all, Josh is competely recovered and thank you for your good wishes for him.  I greatly appreciate it.

It has been two weeks since my kidney stone attack.   My CT (CAT) Scan did not show any kidney stones, however, the doctor in the emergency room thought I had passed and/or still had a kidney stone.  I’m still in pain and my primary physician is baffled because the ultimate test for a KS is the CT scan.  Out of options, my doctor referred me to a specialist in a town about thirty miles from here.

I was told to take three things with me:  My radiology report, the CT scan CD, and a full bladder.  I complied.  I went to the local hospital and picked up the report from Medical Records, then went upstairs to Radiology and picked up the CD.  I arrived at the doctor’s office ready to bust a gut.