Yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday. It was also the day I suffered from my first (and hopefully last) kidney stone. I woke up at about 6 a.m. with severe pain in my stomach and back. The pain lasted for about an hour or so, and despite numerous attempts to get comfortable, I was writhing in pain, desperate for relief. Karen was great...nursing me and attending my side, feeding me Pepto Bismol and Advil. A warm bath didn't help. Neither did laying down, or sitting up, or walking around. It got so bad that I finally passed out or fell asleep in the fetal position on the bathroom floor. At the time, I wasn't sure what the problem was...
Then today, I went to the doctor to have my apple juice (urine) tested. It is/was an apparent kidney stone. Since I've had no symptoms since yesterday, the doc seems to think I've likely already passed the stone.
I talked to Pops this morning; he's had 15-20 or so kidney stones. It's likely going to be a genetic issue I have to deal with. Matthew was not too thrilled to hear the news...he's already a bit concerned about it himself. He asked me if minors could get kidney stones...
The Super Bowl was awesome...a really exciting game. The Giants deserve all the accolades. They slayed the other "giant," the previously undefeated Patriots. Relax, '72 Dolphins.
Tomorrow I get to take Sarah Catherine on a field trip to Sci Quest. Should be fun.
'Til next time...
1 comment:
If we had realized it was a stone I would have given you the heavy duty drugs from the beginning!
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