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This Fourth of July Holiday started out with a bang but not the bang of celebratory fireworks. I actually suffered my very first kidney stone attack on Wednesday night but the pain that work me up only lasted about an hour before it went away. This was just the prelude to things to come. Thursday night was uneventful but Friday was a completely different story. I woke up at one Saturday morning with the worst pain, I had ever experienced. Everything began spiraling downward. I was hot; I was cold; I need to stand up; I needed to lie down; I needed to die.
I am lucky to be married to a nurse. It also helps that I have been in the medical field for the past thirty-five years so with these thoughts in mind we made our own diagnosis – I had a kidney stone. As I lay prone, then supine, and then prone again on the cool, hardwood floor, Joyce read the Internet screen confirming that I had every classic symptom. We also knew that by going to an Emergency Room, they would hydrate me, give me a pain shot and send me home so we did not go there. By choosing to suffer at home, I spared the staff my moans and groans, my insurance company a claim and freed the E.R. so they could take care of those more in need of their service.
Joyce was supposed to go out of town to visit family in the Texas Hill Country but due to my depriving her of most of her night’s sleep, she ended up cancelling. On Friday, I received two large packages of books but they are still setting upstairs, patiently waiting for me to prepare them for the library. I go through, before new books are shelved a whole ritual. We Saturday was just a wash. I did not have the energy to drag myself up the seventeen steps to my library.
However, if you simply read Brad’s column twice this week, it will make up for all of my shortcomings.
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