Kidney Stone? Yes, Kidney Stone.

Or??? Kidney Stone.

Did anyone watch Friends, or still watches the re-runs? I keep thinking about the episode where Joey has a kidney stone. It’s so similar, people.

This post is about me.

Last night I woke up to excruciating pain on my right lower back and also in the front. I instantly thought it could be two things:

I somehow threw out my back.
Josh kneed me violently in his sleep, yet I think I would have woke up to that.

I could barely move. Advil didn’t help. At 3 am, I told him I was going to the emergency room.

So, after blood work, a urine test, an ultrasound and a CAT scan, I learned two things:

I have kidney stone.
I have an ovarian cyst.

Fun times, right? Well, at first they thought that I had a ruptured ovarian cyst that was causing the pain, but supposedly it is a normal one that will go away on its own. The CAT scan proved what it was...and as I lay there in pain, I was thinking that was what it might be. Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t do well during emergency room visits, as I tend to go ape shit on innocent people doing their jobs as they should. Generally I am a good patient, but when I don’t know what is wrong and have to sit for long periods of time, I get very impatient and take that out on other people. I am sorry, hospital workers.

Last night wasn’t any different as I was sitting in some pain that was easily comparable to contractions that were constant. No break here. After I supplied what little pee I could, they did not want to give me any sort of medication until it was confirmed that I was not pregnant. People, please! I have two babies who are very young, do you think I want #3 (if there is to be) right now? No way I am pregnant, people. No way. But they had to be sure and they were doing their job, but seriously, it took over an hour to get those results. I wanted to tell them to just bring me an EPT so we could quickly confirm and I can get some pain relievers. No can do.

I cannot describe the pain. Plus, I do not want to relive it. As I sit here, I am awaiting the passing of my new little frenemy, the kidney stone. And as I wait, I am happily taking some prescribed ibuprofen and vicodin.

Did I mention that I am on jury duty and might have to go in? Hopefully, this would be excusable.

I am very uneasy about this next part of this entry...and I am not sure I am making the right decision to post it or not.

I have been thinking a lot lately about this blog. I love my blog. Judging from the meter and what google analytics tells me, other people like my blog, too. However, some of the other blogger sites that I read daily have recently had their children exploited in some ridiculous ways over the Internet. Sad when it comes down to that. Though I do not have as many readers as these people, I do wonder if what I am doing is a good thing by having this open to anyone.

I started this blog for a few reasons:

--To keep track of my girls and document things because I easily forget things now
--To have stories to share with the girls when they are older
--If something should ever happen to me, I want the girls to be able to have something to hold on to that was for them specifically, and from their mom - to know how much I love them
--To keep family and friends that are located far away informed

Additionally, I have come to really like people who have stumbled across my blog and comment from time to time, like Scribbit and Jenn and Haggalicious. I don’t know these people personally, but I love their blogs and enjoy reading them, and I want them to continue to read mine. Though I would love for everyone who reads this to comment, I know that some people do like to remain anonymous. Every comment I receive makes me smile. At the same time, I have these feelings that I am letting people in to see bits of my life and my family and my fears and accomplishments, while not getting anything in return. I know that might sound selfish and I am sorry for that, but I like to share and hear about other people, too.

At this juncture, I’m not sure what to do. Do I make this private or keep it the way it is? Please bear with me as I pass my stone, because maybe the medication and pain is going to my head, but I felt I needed to get this off my chest.

P.S. – Both girls are doing great. Josh stayed home today to cater to me – picked up my meds and got the girls off to daycare.