. Ghost in You .
2005-12-20 - 8:59 a.m. . . .
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Not What I Meant.

Quickly now, before the percocet kicks in:

Guess who was at the ER before 2:30 am and just now got home?

Guess who got an early Christmas present in the form of YET ANOTHER GODDAMN KIDNEY STONE?

Guess who has to see a urologist, a fate I thought was only due to old, incontinent men?

Me, me, me!!!

I've had enough morphine so far to kill a horse and the pain, it keeps on coming. And to make the situation even better, the stone has not yet passed, so I have to pee in something called a toilet hat and strain my urine for the stone.

Last Christmas, if you remember, I spent most of the day in agony over my last kidney stone. I cannot fucking believe I have another one.

Brian and I talked about setting new holiday traditions, but somehow, I don't think this is a good one.

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