Add "thumped in the back by a male nurse" to the list of things that make me howl.
I've got kidney stones. Well,
a kidney stone, to be exact. 5.9 millimeters doesn't sound like a very large chunk of
renal calculi to me, but I'm told its sheer size is the very reason I couldn't go home and piss it out.
I'm in a clean hospital with free Encore on the TV, smiling nurses who inject me with dilaudid--"eight times as strong as morphine!" I was told with a smile--and a free laptop.
It's an IBM running Windows, which explains the slow processing speed and the freezes. I am a Mac, not a PC, and I feel as if I'm cheating on Steve Jobs using such an inferior operating system. But it's free so I'll shut up.
So later today I meet with a urologist who will hunker down and give me the Game Plan for destroying this rock before Bruce Willis and Steve Buscemi land on it with explosives.
I just asked nurse Danielle for more dilaudid.
I'll be out of it for a while.