This past weekend was the weekend was rough. I spent most of Saturday at the funeral of a friend and helping to serve dinner to the family afterwords. It was a very bittersweet day. Then Saturday night/ Sunday morning I woke up with horrible abdominal and back pain. I tried to tough it out for a few hours because I’m no stranger to pain and I have no faith in an ER to help me with anything. But after two hours of horrible pain I couldn’t take it anymore, I was pretty sure I was actually going to die. It hurt worse then labor and that is saying something. So we called up a friend at 4:00 in the morning to come over and watch our kids and went to the ER. Luckily there were no gunshot victims (you never know when you live in Houston) so I only had so suffer for an hour before they gave me pain medicine. I’ve never had morphine before, it’s like magic! I couldn’t believe how much better I felt after just a few minutes.
Lots of uncomfortable tests later they diagnosed me with kidney stones. It is a testament to all I’ve been through health wise that I was glad they found out I have kidney stones. An actual concrete problem that they can see on a CAT scan! Granted, it’s a concrete problem that is horribly painful and not fun, but I didn’t get poo pooed and sent home with some pain meds and a note on my chart that I’m just a drug addict. I was in horrible pain for a reason that the doctors could actually see with minimal effort on their part. I can’t remember the last time that has happened. I guess that’s what a get for writing a post about being jealous of bad lab results.