I had to go back to the doctors today.  The pain and everything came back, and always feeling worse than the time before.

This time I made it clear that I didn’t care if they took my kidneys and bladder out and played hack sack with them, as long as when they put them back, they didn’t feel like they do now.  Made them promise that the toilet would again be my friend.  He agreed.  I go in for a CT scan sometime soon.
Until then…I’m on 100 days of antibiotics.  Hopefully these kind won’t make me break out in hives from head to toe.  The pharmacist said, “You’ll throw up on these the first few days until your system gets use to them. So, yeah. Take them at night.”
Because night time hurling is so much more fun than day time hurling.

100 days of antibiotics. What the hell do I have inside of me that I need to be on pills until nearly Christmas?

He checked my gall bladder.  My doctor defined my stones as ‘multiple’. The urologist zoomed in on what looked to be three large stones. He found one a half an inch big and then zoomed in on the other and counted 13 little ones.  Shaun said, “Damn, you have a quarry in there!”
At this rate, we will not need to worry about landscaping the backyard.  If I can figure out how to grow a sprinkler system out of my ass, I am in business!

Yes, I joke, because it’s better than the alternative and that is bursting into tears and trying to gouge my kidney out with a spoon.