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Last night I couldn't sleep at all for worrying about Patrick. I tossed and turned. I'd read for a while, then turn off the light and try to sleep. Then I'd get up and get on the 'puter, reading entirely too many horror stories about cellulitis and septicemia. Then I'd try to sleep again. Then I'd read some more.
At one point I noticed my back was feeling a bit tender and hot. I absently massaged it, and thought nothing of it. Then when I was sitting at the computer, I began to feel faintly nauseous and my back was really hurting.
Then I realized -- it's fucking FLANK PAIN. Yes, my droogies, I seem to be passing yet another kidney stone. It was originally on the right side, but now I have the same pain on the left. I don't know if it's sympathetic or if I'm passing a pair of bouncing twin stones.
I've called my doctor for a script for hydrocodone because I don't particularly want to go to the ER and sit around waiting for an ER doc to do the same damn thing. Meanwhile I'm taking some of Mike's.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
At one point I noticed my back was feeling a bit tender and hot. I absently massaged it, and thought nothing of it. Then when I was sitting at the computer, I began to feel faintly nauseous and my back was really hurting.
Then I realized -- it's fucking FLANK PAIN. Yes, my droogies, I seem to be passing yet another kidney stone. It was originally on the right side, but now I have the same pain on the left. I don't know if it's sympathetic or if I'm passing a pair of bouncing twin stones.
I've called my doctor for a script for hydrocodone because I don't particularly want to go to the ER and sit around waiting for an ER doc to do the same damn thing. Meanwhile I'm taking some of Mike's.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
