I don't want to make too big of a deal out of this, but I had to spend several hours in the emergency room at the hospital this afternoon and evening. (And in the interest of accuracy, I'm going to pull back the curtain for a minute and admit that I'm writing this two weeks after the fact, so when I say "this afternoon," I actually mean two weeks ago. I often create the posts here on Planet Burdett days or weeks after the event, but write about it as if it just happened and put the date of the event on the post to give the impression that I'm on top of things.)
I met my friend Pearl for lunch at Lenox, and while we were there I started to feel not so good. As I was driving home, I started to feel really not so good; in fact, I had such an unbearable pain in my side I had to pull into a parking lot and get up and walk around a bit. I went in (to a Walmart Market, for whatever that detail is worth) and used the bathroom, but that didn't help.
By the time I got home, I knew something was really wrong, so I called my parents and asked them to take my to the ER.
Well, to make a long story not drag on too much longer, I had a kidney stone. The pain was awful, but, fortunately for me, it subsided after only a couple of hours. They sent me home with pain meds and said it would eventually pass.
Which, since I'm writing this from the future (it's actually October 16 as I type this), I can say that it did. I had pain off and on for a couple of days, sometimes pretty bad, but compared to some stories I've heard, my experience was fairly mild. I'm grateful for that.
Unfortunately, having had one kidney stone, I'm now at an increased risk for it to happen again. I'll keep you informed.
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