Alright, I have a freaking kidney stone. Do you know how ridiculously tired I am of these things? Okay so I realize that they are never going to go away, but geez it used to be like every four years. The thing is everytime I have a stone, I stupidly imagine that this is the last one. Why? I don’t know, I’ve been getting them since I was fifteen.
I just feel like ranting about it because it hurts, it’s annoying and I’m on call so I can’t take any decent pain medication.
I was supposed to have a kidney stone study done last year to find out why I develop the stones but I was pregnant. My doctor seriously asked “why did you even come in if you could be pregnant?” Umm, cause I was hoping you could help. Bonus surprise was that kidney stones are one of the 800 reasons that could have contributed to Jeffrey’s premature birth. Anyway, I haven’t made it back for the study simply because I found the doc annoying. Perhaps I should trudge in and have them poke at me.
I would go to my regular doc but I already know the advice. Drink lots of water, take pain meds, wait for the stone to pass, blah blah blah. I’m just feeling sorry for myself and I needed to rant. Thanks for listening everyone. Now I will toddle off to try and sleep.