I'll admit it; it's my own fault. I brought it on the day I made fun of that crazy woman who couldn't fill out the form because she had a urinary tract infection. I thought something was wrong when my hips kept hurting, and I kept having unusually bad cramps even when it wasn't "that time of the month."
On Monday I was minding my own business, happily taking a nap, when the phone rang. A perky little nurse told me, "Miss Dibbs, you have a small kidney stone. At your appointment we'll do a little loopdey-loop and see what we find. Now, if you want pain medicine, you'll need to get it right now." Did I need pain medicine? Did I need oxygen? Champagne? From what I hear, kidney stones are comparable to childbirth (not that I know about either.) Suddenly I was experiencing unbearable pain (wink, wink) and I needed that prescription post-haste.
The second delightful portion of our joyous adventure is that I will no longer be able to take my migraine medicine, as it is the cause of the kidney stone. My best friend migraine medicine, who takes my headaches away, along with my appetite. Curses!
I do now have Lortab, which might as well be made of, well, Lortab. I can't really think of anything better. Call me if you want a delightful chat of nonsense.
Smooches.
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