I am smoking my last bowl before midnight, the magic hour that surgeons decided no drinking, eating, or smoking can occur before surgery. So, in these last few minutes before the chime strikes, I am eating a steak, drinking a heavy milk shake, and enjoying a big bowl of 3P's.
I seem to have been passing kidney stones like a Blue Ridge rock slide all summer, 8 to 5mm boulders. So, the doc is going to go in through the... you know... and play asteroids, blasting rocks up with lasers to make the rest of the summer pass smoothly.
I will be glad to be able to spend the day on the tractor or working in the garden, without fear of getting doubled over with blinding pain. My girls have been baby setting me when I have to leave the house, after finding me laying in the field pissing blood. Yeh, it was like a bad 80's horror movie, ha ha.
Yeh, I am not really eating a steak, but the surgery isn't until after 2PM tomorrow. They would tell me midnight, even if I had surgery at 6AM. But, but, I am being good. Just one last decadent bowl of 3P's before bed.
The worst part is anticipating that 60% of these requires a stint. I've already had a few guys at The Briary tell me what was involved with stints. You wake up with a string coming out your... you know... and the doc sends you home with two pills. Take one the next day, jerk the string out, and then take the other one to deal with the shock... or something like that. Anyways, they scared the Hell out of me.
If you don't hear from me in a few days, it could have been the rock or the string that got me.
I seem to have been passing kidney stones like a Blue Ridge rock slide all summer, 8 to 5mm boulders. So, the doc is going to go in through the... you know... and play asteroids, blasting rocks up with lasers to make the rest of the summer pass smoothly.
I will be glad to be able to spend the day on the tractor or working in the garden, without fear of getting doubled over with blinding pain. My girls have been baby setting me when I have to leave the house, after finding me laying in the field pissing blood. Yeh, it was like a bad 80's horror movie, ha ha.
Yeh, I am not really eating a steak, but the surgery isn't until after 2PM tomorrow. They would tell me midnight, even if I had surgery at 6AM. But, but, I am being good. Just one last decadent bowl of 3P's before bed.
The worst part is anticipating that 60% of these requires a stint. I've already had a few guys at The Briary tell me what was involved with stints. You wake up with a string coming out your... you know... and the doc sends you home with two pills. Take one the next day, jerk the string out, and then take the other one to deal with the shock... or something like that. Anyways, they scared the Hell out of me.
If you don't hear from me in a few days, it could have been the rock or the string that got me.
