My old friend, the kidney stone, has come back to visit. It’s not the first time, but he always brings with him nauseating, take your breath away pain. Hopefully, it will pass on it’s own. I do not want to go through having one surgically removed again.
Of course, the pain sent me to the doctor, and as I’ve had a half dozen of the damned things, I know when I get one. That didn’t stop him from doing a urinalysis, xrays, and going through the usual routine of what I should and shouldn’t drink, what I should do, what I should look out for. I sat there thinking, “Doc…you’ve got my medical records there, don’t you see this is old hat for me?” I guess I should just be thankful I have a doctor who is thorough.
So, until this unwelcome guest leaves I’m on a diet of water and pain killers. At least I don’ t have to pee through a strainer this time.