Kidney stones recap...to date.

Monday 3 pm: Something is amiss. Something is not quite right. It feels that a flower of pain has bloomed in the right side of my abdomen.

Monday 5 pm: Abbey and I go to Walgreens for some Gas-X to see if that will alleviate the issue.

Monday 6 pm: Not working, let's go to the ER. Pain isn't incredible, but we better check it out.

Monday 6-8:30 pm: ER waiting room. Pain seems to come in surges. Pain increases with each surge.

Monday 8:30-11 pm: In the ER. Pee tested, much blood. Dr. thinks it might be kidney stones. CaT scan affirms doctor's suspicion. I have 2 stones, one is 1mm and the other is 3mm. They are located halfway between kidney and bladder. I'm given one dose of morphine, though I don't really feel a lot of pain. This is my first experience with Morphine, feels like someone puts a pillow over your face, can't breath, scared, then, and then, nothing... no pain, no common sense. I make friends with every passer-by. Great Dr.'s and even better nurses in ER. Doctor comments that he wasn't positive it was kidney stones, that is before the CaT scan, because I wasn't showing signs of enough pain. He said people were usually screaming with pain, he commented that I must have a high pain tolerance.

Monday 11 pm: Abbey and I return to the girls' dorm. I feel pretty good about my "high pain tolerance" We eat McDonald's as a late, late dinner. Take narcotic pain medicine, get a little buzzed from it, write a short post. We go to bed. Tired, but confident that the worst is behind us.

Tuesday 4:30 am: I awake. OOOOOUUCH! This is bad. Pain medicine not working. Let's go, Go, GO back to the ER! My "high pain tolerance" theory is out the window. This hurts, hurts bad.

Tuesday 5 am: Arrive back to ER waiting room. Check in process goes smoothly except for moaning and vomiting due to immense, immense pain in my abdomen. This is the worst pain I have ever experienced in all my life. More vomiting, more moaning; bordering on screaming.

Tuesday 5:15 am: Back into the ER. Anti-nausea and morphine injected into blood stream in the nick of time. Morphine lasts about 15 minutes. More please? Sure. More pain, more vomiting. A few more shots of anti-nausea and morphine later, they take me to the ER Observation room.

Tuesday 9 am - 5 pm: ER Observation room. Soooooo drugged, can't keep my eyes open for more than 5 minutes. Abbey sticks by my side the whole time. Incredible patience. Nurses take forever to respond to my calls for more pain med. My waking moments are spent drinking water and attempting to urinate through a strainer. Abbey eats cheese popcorn and watches "White Chicks" with the Wayans bros. while I sleep.

Tuesday 5 pm: I'm fed up with the poor service of the ER Observation room. The pain has subsided. Let's go home.

Then until now: Much water. Much peeing through strainer. Awaiting the arrival of my twins.