A couple of days full of events. Dare I say... eventful?

Wowza. Crazy couple of days. 

At some point on Wednesday morning/afternoon I started feeling some discomfort in my... ahem... pelvic region. I thought little of it. 

It became a bit more obnoxious on Thursday evening. But I went to work and kept myself busy. Didn't even think about it. 

I got home a bit after midnight, feeling perfectly fine. But by 12:45 or so my stomach started feeling strange. I kept feeling like I needed to pee, but whenever I'd try to, I'd have little to no luck. I began thinking I might have a dreaded UTI. I hopped back in bed, submitting to the realization that I wasn't going to pee, though I felt I needed to. Moments later, I rolled over onto my right side and zing. Pain. My entire right side cramped like a mothereffer. I went to the bathroom. Still no pee. Just more pain. Slow, creeping pain, spreading to my lower back and abdomen. 

Tired of trying to convince my body it needed to pee, I resorted to pacing. Back and forth. While quickly and deeply huffing and puffing. At one point, I approached Zak (tired and in bed) and said worriedly "Zak, I have no idea what's going onnnnnn." At which point, Zak immediately looked up the nearest hospital. After a moment of debating, and Zak helping me to put my clothes on (seriously... it was that painful) we left the apartment, hailed a cab, and went to the ER. 

PROOF.

Then some nurse got my information and blood pressure. Then we waited. Then we were given a bed. Then we waited some more. Then we listened to everyone around us hollering about waiting too long or needing more drugs. Then we waited a little more. Then a doctor gave me a cup to pee in. Then we waited one last time. And finally a doc told me there was no infection and based on my symptoms, I probably had a kidney stone. 

A kidney stone. In my 23 year-old body. 

We finally left at around 4:45am. By then I was feeling almost normal again. 

I spent the whole next day peeing into a cup and inspecting for kidney stones. Sure enough... my 4:15pm urination brought with it a tiny little gift. A quarter of a centimeter gift. (Amazing how much pain that teeny little thing can cause.)

I brought the stone into the doc and it is currently being analyzed. I'll be sure to give you all the dirty details of my health qualms as I learn them.

Anyway. I needed a bit of a pick-me-up after that fiasco. Soooo...

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CHOppED Off.

Oh... and let me just add: Zak Engel rocks for taking care of me all night long while I felt like hell, getting to bed at 5:30 am, waking up at 8:30 am, getting to work on time, and working all day. Unstoppable, that one.