As we got back from Texas, I was able to visit our local ER again. I know what you are asking, did she drop me off and make me walk into ER? Sort of. I asked her to drop me off in the back and had to make my way to the front of the hospital where ER was located. It was longer than I estimated.
ER? The night we returned from Texas, the first thing we did was head to a late night Japanese Restraurant. Later that night I started getting a pain in my lower back, just below the rib cage towards the back, inside. It was enough to keep me up at night. Though a series of events, it was eventually determined I was passing a kidney stone.
For those of you who have experienced a Kidney stone have already flinched in commiseration. The tales of many of those who have been felled by the little objects of pain.
I have learned more than I wanted to. Apparently there are different types of stones. Either way, they are quite painful. They make large strong men wither in the fetal position. It is unrelenting. But apparently blood in the urine is a good sign, that the stone is passing.
I have been told to drink lemon juice to dull the spiky points of the stone. But there seems like there is no quick cure other than running it's course. Ouch.
Ok, for those of you keeping score, One heart attack resulting in quadruple bypass, Colon Cancer, the removal of 1/3 of my colon and 6 months of Chemo Therapy, Two cases of bacterial infection, and now Kidney Stones. Thank goodness for health insurance.
What was the hardest part? Expaining to the grandson what all the scars were for. He actually asked good questions for a 5 year old. How do you explain bypass surgery, comparing it to a clogged pipes in the sink. Cancer was another story. I don't think he quite understood that one. But either do I.
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