There is nothing quite as demoralizing as writhing in pain for a two weeks, needing a surgery, waking up begging for morphine—only to have the doctor hand you a vile of what looks like sand (they had to blast my kidney stone) and thinking—ALL THAT TROUBLE FOR THIS!!!
My kids wanted to see my kidney stone, and I will just say that my 6 year old was less than impressed with my vile. The look on her face was priceless. She said, “That’s it?” But her face said, “My mom is crazy! I walk over stones like that to school.” I think she was expecting something grander :)
Aside from the pain I think the worst part of the ordeal was being so tired. Pain killers are the worst. I could barely focus. I tried writing and everything was garbled. I tried reading and fell asleep every time. Yuck!
I’m so happy to be coherent! Thanks for all the nice thoughts and wishes, I really appreciated it :)