I'm a bit loopy on pain killers right now but I'll try to explain the best I can.

Friday night started out pretty good. Karl and I headed over to the Village Inn for dinner and pie. Karl got the best pancakes I think I've ever tasted and the lemon supreme pie was pretty good. We got home, he went off to bed, and I began a "Women from the 1700's who can't birth a male heir" movie marathon. With Marie Antoinette in mind, I started up The Duchess with my plan to follow that with The Other Boleyn Girl. Things were going good. Half way or so through The Duchess I got an ache in my side/back/stomach. It felt similar to the pain I felt a few years back when I got a bladder infection. Seeing as I've drank nothing but water for almost two weeks now I tried to just ignore it thinking it must have just been how I was sitting. 

After another fifteen minutes or so it got worse. Then all at once, it got REALLY bad. It got so bad in fact I was convinced I was either going to die or lose consciousness. I can only describe it as the absolute worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life, and it was pretty obvious my right kidney was the culprit. It was about 3:30 am when Karl awoke to me writhing and wailing in bed beside him. The pain was so bad and so constant that when he asked what was wrong with me I could barely form the words. The best I could do was say "I don't know!" I was near death no longer even able to speak and screaming when we insisted on taking me to the ER. I don't even remember dressing and getting into the car but I do remember the actual ride. My seat belt was making it worse as was every bump on the road. UNM hosptial is also not close to our house by any means. By the time we parked and were heading into the hospital, I was dizzy and on the verge of going into shock.

The waiting room was packed and they had the huge TV on CBS which was showing re-runs of some HSN like coin selling crap. Suddenly the TV was also making my pain worse. We were told it could be as long as a 14 hour wait. I just figured if I DID pass out from shock or die, at least I was in a hospital. I got into see the triage nurse pretty quickly and couldn't even coherently answer her questions. I don't even think I knew my own name at that point. My wait was 4 hours, which was pretty damn impressive for how many people were there waiting. A friday night in Abq at a hospital with not nearly enough staff and equipment to take care of a fraction of the people waiting. Needless to say, even a five minute wait would have been agonizing and I sat there in a crowded waiting room listening to a TV on the most annoying crap I've ever heard for 4 hours.

The first thing I got once I got into an actual room was an IV of fluids and morphine. Answered some questions and headed off for a CAT scan. Multiple tiny kidney stones were found. So it looks like I was on the right track with the water but unfortunately I was a bit too late. This whole ordeal has made me never want to touch soda ever again as, despite there being several things I could have done to cause this, the Doctor seemed to be convinced it was the three months I spent drinking nothing but dr. pepper with nothing in between.

So it's been a really rough weekend for me but I'm just glad I know what's wrong with me and have some medicine to take care of it. And... Happy Birthday, Brice! And I guess it's super bowl sunday too isn't it. I don't really care much for football b