1. Good news: I'm not pregnant (you will see why this is good)
Bad news: I'm not pregnant
2. Good news: The pain is gone
Bad news: The agony lasted almost four hours
3. Good news: I don't have to have surgery
Bad news: I still spent all night in the ER
4. Good news: It wasn't apendicitis or a ruptured ovarian cyst
Bad news: It was a kidney stone
5. Good news: The kidney stone is no longer in my system
Bad news: Once you get one, you almost ALWAYS get more
So I was talking to Mike last night (had a great time by the way). However, he jinxed me. When we said good-bye, he told me to get some rest. I went to bed about 12:30. At 3:20, I woke up with an excruciating pain in my lower right quadrant (layman's terms: my right abdomen felt like it was going to explode-literally). I decided to wait to see if it went away-well, it didn't. By 3:45, I couldn't talk or breathe (kinda scary). I got my mom to take me to the hospital. She thought it was my apendix. It was a very busy night in the ER, so it took almost two hours until I could even see the doc. He told me it could be one of four things: apendicitis, a ruptured ovarian cyst, kidney stones, or a tubal ligation (or a pregnancy in the fallopian tube, which is why it's good that I'm not pregnant). So, they pumped me full of drugs and sent me to x-ray. While there, I had to use the potty and they made me pee through a strainer (just in case it was a stone). Well, low and behold, that little strainer caught a stone almost the size of a pencil eraser. For anyone who doesn't know, that is very big (the tube it passes through from your kidney is a little smaller than the cord that comes of the back of the mouse). You do the math, and that equals pain. So now I have to bring the stone to a urologist to be analyzed. That was my morning from 3:20 until almost 11:30. Sounds like fun, huh?
Anyway, I'm home, and now I am fine. To Mike: I love and miss you. Lillers says "Hello Daddy." See you soon.