These are the days of my life.

Two weeks ago today I had to have another surgery. This one was unplanned and unexpected. On the Saturday night before I was watching a movie with Sean and his brothers family when all of the sudden I said I have a kidney stone. No one belived me, and I wasn't in severe pain so I just kept watching the movie. On Sunday I was supposed to teach Abbey's primary class, I was in some pain again and using the toilet what seemed like every five min. so I told Sean to call and let them know I wasn't coming and to try and find someone else. Once again my husband kept talking me out of going to the hospital. So on Monday I went to the doctor. My regular doctor wasn't there and I had to see a nurse practicioner. I had never seen this guy before, and will never see him again. I knew more about kidney stones than he did. Granted I have had my fair share, but he was clueless. I had to convince him that I needed a CT done and that I didn't just have a bladder infection. So after waiting an 1 and a half for Dr. dingleberry to send me down to the hospital I was in pretty severe pain. Thankfully my inlaws had taken the kids. I had my CT done and was sent on my way. On the way home I picked up the kids and some lunch, came home and called Sean and told him enough was enough come and take me to the hospital.

My favorite part of going to the hospital is how many times you have to tell your story. I swear next time I am getting a tape recorder. I tell the check in desk, the triage nurse, the nurse that takes you in, the doctor, the nurse that gives the IV, the radiologist, and any other medical personel that feels like they need to know. Well I indeed had a kidney stone it was 3.8 mm, which isn't huge, but my body doesn't pass them that size, so the urologist came over and told me I would be having my 3 surgery in 3 months within the next couple of hours.

I swear for some reason that I don't know my body seems to make kidney stones and it makes them huge. So I spent the night in the hospital, only to return that night to the ER again because my pain was out of control. Needless to say that I slept most of the week. Well you would think that I would have been done with the pain and the hospital for that mater. Well when I had my surgery they put a stent in. It is a long plastic tube that is all the details I am going to give. It caused a lot of pain. Well Sunday rolled around and it was time to take the stent out, I took it out and low and behold the pain that I was already having got a lot worse. I was peeing blood clots, and was back at the ER 6 hours later I was home with little or no relief other than extremely doped up on morphine.

I am finally starting to feel beter. I hope that it lasts. I am done with kidney stones I hope. They are finally going to run some tests to find out why I get so dang many, If you averaged it out it would be one every other month over the last 2 years. Insane.