Don't you just love getting older? My son has the right idea. He says that when he grows up he's going to get smaller and become a baby again. Little kid logic is great...
Yesterday my husband woke up with a terrible pain in his back and abdomen. Having experienced that same feeling not once but *twice* before I knew pretty much what the problem was - a kidney stone. And I knew it was just going to get worse. So, I got dressed and took my son to school while my husband called and made an appointment with his doctor. I called work and left messages saying I was going to be late, but they should probably plan on me not being there at all. I drove my husband (in extreme, intense pain) to see his doctor. Once there, it took about five seconds for the doctor to evaluate him and announce that he probably did have a kidney stone. So then I drove him to the emergency room of the smaller of the two local hospitals so that he could be admitted for treatment. I sat and waited in reception and passed the time by watching crazy people argue with nurses and interns while my husband was processed in and was given a CT scan. It was at least an hour before I was allowed to go back and sit with him and wait for the results of the scan to confirm what was pretty much a foregone conclusion. In the meantime, a nurse came through and gave him a painkiller and a bag of saline to hasten stone passage. He got inappropriately loopy and was way too happy for someone in the hospital. We stifled giggles as the man across the room explained to the nurse that he hadn't eaten corn in years, and didn't eat shelled nuts (I don't even know if this information was apropos of anything the nurse had been asking) - and then he promptly ordered a cheeseburger from the cafeteria. My husband and I hadn't eaten all day, so all of the talk of the cheeseburger made us very hungry (even if the idea of hospital food is kind of repulsive). The nurse came back and confirmed a kidney stone, prescribed painkillers, told my husband to drink a lot of water, and discharged him. The kidney stone is too small to bother trying to remove, so they just want him to try and pass it. Which should be an enjoyable experience.
So remember kids - when you get old, your body will probably start to turn against you. Get it before it gets you.
Yesterday my husband woke up with a terrible pain in his back and abdomen. Having experienced that same feeling not once but *twice* before I knew pretty much what the problem was - a kidney stone. And I knew it was just going to get worse. So, I got dressed and took my son to school while my husband called and made an appointment with his doctor. I called work and left messages saying I was going to be late, but they should probably plan on me not being there at all. I drove my husband (in extreme, intense pain) to see his doctor. Once there, it took about five seconds for the doctor to evaluate him and announce that he probably did have a kidney stone. So then I drove him to the emergency room of the smaller of the two local hospitals so that he could be admitted for treatment. I sat and waited in reception and passed the time by watching crazy people argue with nurses and interns while my husband was processed in and was given a CT scan. It was at least an hour before I was allowed to go back and sit with him and wait for the results of the scan to confirm what was pretty much a foregone conclusion. In the meantime, a nurse came through and gave him a painkiller and a bag of saline to hasten stone passage. He got inappropriately loopy and was way too happy for someone in the hospital. We stifled giggles as the man across the room explained to the nurse that he hadn't eaten corn in years, and didn't eat shelled nuts (I don't even know if this information was apropos of anything the nurse had been asking) - and then he promptly ordered a cheeseburger from the cafeteria. My husband and I hadn't eaten all day, so all of the talk of the cheeseburger made us very hungry (even if the idea of hospital food is kind of repulsive). The nurse came back and confirmed a kidney stone, prescribed painkillers, told my husband to drink a lot of water, and discharged him. The kidney stone is too small to bother trying to remove, so they just want him to try and pass it. Which should be an enjoyable experience.
So remember kids - when you get old, your body will probably start to turn against you. Get it before it gets you.
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