That jabbing pain in my lower back has reappeared today. Most likely it’s nothing and will pass just like it did several months ago, but of course my mind has started thinking the worst. Since I’ve had kidney stones before and passed them naturally (with the help of our good friend morphine), I have no desire to repeat that performance. Loud was there for both episodes; she says that I speak really, really sloooowwwwly and quietly when I’m drugged. All I know is that it was the only time in my life that I was happy to be hooked up to an IV.
The most fascinating part about this pain (to me, at least) is that I keep envisioning my poor kidneys and the little (potential) stone inside them. My mind is able to draw a lovely sketch (which it is incapable of transferring to paper – what a waste) of a kidney sliced open and the stone plucked out, like a pebble from the tread grooves of your running shoe. For now, it is just mildly irritating and probably comes from sitting all day long for weeks on end (summer weather, where are you??).
Before the suggestions come rolling in – I’ve been drinking water like a fish for months now.
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