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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.