So.....Slamma got SLAMMED and a good one! I woke up on Friday with a pain in my back and side, It was 5 am so I went to the computer to study my French for a bit. Within an hour I was pacing, crying, and barfing....not fun. Swef (hubby)got up and drove me 60 miles an hour into town, santa monica, to the emergency room, me crying, and moaning next to him. Here is the funny thing....I realized how you just do NOT give a damn when you are in pain. I didn't care where we parked, or about the parking lot attendant staring at me, or the security guard, or the nurses or for that matter even the doctor. Pain takes away any feelings of obligations, a smile, kind word, nod of acknowledgement....it leaves you open and raw...primitive, your immediate needs upmost and demanding. As I lay, and pace writhing in pain, I have one thought in mind....morophine....I NEED SOME NOW! Man o man, I see why people get addicted. This stuff is awesome. Put a stop to the agonizing within 15 seconds of it going into my IV. I paddle down the hall with the nurse to Xray, and at this point an so peaceful and morophined out, just floating along. So the problem....I have a tiny KIDNEY STONE! Are you kidding, it felt like I was giving birth to a water buffalo and it was trying to get out of my right lower back. For those of you lucky to have never had this experience.....I have had 2 kids...THIS IS WORSE THAN CHILD BIRTH! That's right! I bow down to the tiny stone! It brought the big slamma to her knees! After sleeping for 2 days, I realize I am leaving in a week, and I need to go healthy. I am feeling good, one morning I wake up and the pain is just gone. The magic kidney stone fairy must have come in the middle of the night, it's gone I feel good. I need to get back on my walking program and gear up for the miles I'll be walking. It is now...6 days until I leave!
24 September 2007
Slamm is SLAMMED!
So.....Slamma got SLAMMED and a good one! I woke up on Friday with a pain in my back and side, It was 5 am so I went to the computer to study my French for a bit. Within an hour I was pacing, crying, and barfing....not fun. Swef (hubby)got up and drove me 60 miles an hour into town, santa monica, to the emergency room, me crying, and moaning next to him. Here is the funny thing....I realized how you just do NOT give a damn when you are in pain. I didn't care where we parked, or about the parking lot attendant staring at me, or the security guard, or the nurses or for that matter even the doctor. Pain takes away any feelings of obligations, a smile, kind word, nod of acknowledgement....it leaves you open and raw...primitive, your immediate needs upmost and demanding. As I lay, and pace writhing in pain, I have one thought in mind....morophine....I NEED SOME NOW! Man o man, I see why people get addicted. This stuff is awesome. Put a stop to the agonizing within 15 seconds of it going into my IV. I paddle down the hall with the nurse to Xray, and at this point an so peaceful and morophined out, just floating along. So the problem....I have a tiny KIDNEY STONE! Are you kidding, it felt like I was giving birth to a water buffalo and it was trying to get out of my right lower back. For those of you lucky to have never had this experience.....I have had 2 kids...THIS IS WORSE THAN CHILD BIRTH! That's right! I bow down to the tiny stone! It brought the big slamma to her knees! After sleeping for 2 days, I realize I am leaving in a week, and I need to go healthy. I am feeling good, one morning I wake up and the pain is just gone. The magic kidney stone fairy must have come in the middle of the night, it's gone I feel good. I need to get back on my walking program and gear up for the miles I'll be walking. It is now...6 days until I leave!
