Kidney Stones SUCK

I am having a kidney stone tonight. Blek.

I am kind of used to it... I have chronic stones and have been passing them for more than 20 years. Two years ago I passed an 8mm stone on my own. A doctor said, we almost always have to remove a stone that big by surgery. I said, I have passed bigger stones than that at home without as much as an aspirin. Of course, I thought I was going to die, but by the Grace of God I didn't and got it out (and over 100 smaller stones washed out in its wake).

One time when I was working at Kmart, I was helping unload a 1200 piece truck. I knew I was having a kidney stone, I was in pretty bad pain. I have a HIGH tolerance for pain, so pretty bad pain to me is enough to land most people in the hospital on Morphine. LoL. I went to the bathroom and passed a 5 (five) mm stone. I washed it and wrapped it in a towel. Went back and finished helping unload the truck.

When I showed it to my boss, he said, "OH, Nikki! I saw you leave during the truck! I didn't know you went and lost a TOOTH!" I said, Bryan, that is a kidney stone. He nearly passed out. The year before, he had one that was .5 (half) mm and had to go to the hospital.

Anyway usually I barely even take aspirin. But tonight I took a vicodin 500. I still have a little pain, but not enough to make me want to die.

I was working on some yarn this evening earlier, and didn't get it done. Today was a no-block day (just a pic of a quilt on the calendar), and I usually make something up. But today I didn't.

God's grace is enough for me, no matter what. Maybe I will hurry and pass this stone so tomorrow I can get on with life. Tonight, I am going to bed.