I have a kidney stone that has not yet passed, cloaking my life in stultifying misery since 2:30am Saturday morning, spending the night at the hospital and the weekend in bed… it’s demoralizing in all kinds of ways (duration, etc.) but the hardest thing to take is that I thought I’d cured myself of them. The last one was in 2002, and I had already spiked the football in the end zone and taken home the Kidney Trophy.
This one was worse by far, and continues to be. There is some poetic irony here – I have always done pretty much anything to be free of physical pain, I fear it more than most people I know, and have been haunted by “sensory integration issues” since I was a child. I suppose it stands to reason, then, that I get blindsided by the worse pain your body has to offer.
Somebody say something funny, touching, lighthearted or a story with unicorns in it, please.