Well, not to share too much with you folks, but I was apparently the proud recipient of a kidney stone last night. So I had a hot date with about 18mg of morphine and a trip to the emergency room. Not, however, in that order.
Posting for the next little bit while be a bit erratic as I have a bottle of percosets here to keep me from trying to claw my face off due to the pain.
Men, they say it’s the closest you can come to experiencing what women deal with during childbirth. If more men went through this fun, there would never be a need to remind people to adopt. There’d be a worldwide queue for when kids became available.
I’d also like to apologize to any children who might have been in the emergency room at the time, as I’m sure you learned lots of fun words.
So…talk amongst yourselves. This stuff may cause sedation. And this one of the only times you’ll ever hear me welcome sleep.
See, and you thought the database problems you had were annoying. Don’t you love it when life goes “Oh, I can out do that…I can out do that by A WHOLE LOT!” Get well soon.
Thanks, Feral. Yes, things can always get worse, tis true. :)
Duuude. My father has endured kidney stones for the last 15 years. When I was a kid, I never saw him cry – until the day that he had to get the stones out for the first time. That’s really rough.
Christ, David, I hope to hell this isn’t the start of a trend.