If memory serves me right, twelve days ago I woke up with a horrible pain in my right side. The kind of pain that just knocks you down on your knees and makes you wish you hadn’t woken up in the first place.
Having had this kind of pain before, I knew exactly what it was. No need to visit the doctor for a diagnosis. As Jar Jar Binks would say, “Meesa be haben bombad kidney stones.”
The Houston Texans demonstrate that if you’re going to screw something up, you might as well screw it up 36 times.
After being out for a while, I need to ease back into this whole blogging thing. Since the writing chops are feeling a bit rusty today, I’ll do what most other bloggers do and just copy someone else’s idea. (Thanks, V!)
Well, I woke up yesterday morning with an unbearable pain in my side and a little over an hour later, I was in the emergency room at the local hospital. Diagnosis: kidney stone. Pain: very much. Morphine: extremely good. Stone: currently sitting in a cup on our bedroom tv stand. Now: all better. I’ll have [...]
The Girl has her priorities. Currently, watching Finding Nemo or A Bug’s Life is at the top of her list of things to do. Putting her babies to sleep and scolding any one within ten feet are also pretty high up there too. When she has the time, she also dabbles in trying on other [...]
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