This past week, I had my bi-annual kidney stone attack. Only, this attack was a culmination of a bunch of small attacks that have happened over the last few months.
It finally got to the point where I couldn't keep anything down (read: upchuck) and I decided to call my urologist.
It happened Sunday night after I had scheduled my Pork Laxative blog for Monday morning distribution. In fact, it happened ALL Sunday night. I slept about 2 hours because the pain had me up and ambulatory (read: moving around like a Gypsie, no offense intended).
Latin word alert: Ambulare - to walk or move about, which is a reference to early medical care where patients were moved by lifting or wheeling.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Holmium Laser Lithotripsy or (Kidney Stone Blaster!)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Romancing The Stone
I'm beginning my Life 3.0 and this weekend was one of mile"stones" for me. I bought a car, a 2004 Pontiac Aztek. It's ugly, I know ... it's so ugly I love it. More on that later ...
I also finalized moving to a new house. More on that later ...
What really made this weekend special was yet another kidney "stone."
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Friday, September 28, 2007
Accident Prone
Yesterday, I talked about how accident prone I've been in my life and I just thought I'd share a little of what I've been through. I think that once you read this, you'll see that I'm not just saying I was accident prone. I really was.
When I was born, I was circumcised. They lopped off an inch of foreskin from my penis. It was traumatic. I cried and screamed a lot. I don't remember it but I'm told I did this. I'm still traumatized even today about it. All I can think about is, "My penis could be an inch longer."
When I was around three, I liked to run. I ran so much that an accident was bound to happen. Once, while I was running like a crazed Forrest Gump, I tripped in the living room and landing forehead first on the edge of a round coffee table. I had to get stitches. I still have the scar in the middle of my forehead. It doesn't hurt any more.
When I was seven, I bumped into a huge fire extinguisher at school and it fell onto my right foot. It chopped off parts of a few of my toes and deformed them forever. Two toes don't have toenails and another has one that's a centimeter thick. Lovely visual huh? Try cutting the bitch.
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