That was how my week ended. Waking up at 2AM on Friday to a feeling I have had before. The first thought that came to my head as I crawled out of bed was very simple: Kidney Stones Suck! If you have never had the experience, you are lucky and I am envious. Having gone through this before (the last time being February of 2014), I knew what was coming.
I knew that the pain about to hit me was going to be beyond description and that I would end up on the verge of screaming in between bouts of throwing up from the pain. I knew that my body would BEG for me to be able to relieve itself, but that I would not be able to until the jagged shards passed through, leaving me sore for the next several days in a very delicate area.
I was not disappointed. The pain came as expected and I think I tossed everything I’ve eaten since the Nixon Presidency. The inside of my throat now feels like it was attacked by a Garden Weasel, I am sore in “that” area, and my body is exhausted. A female doctor who once treated me during an episode said that she would rather go through labor without pain meds than kidney stones. Yay for me! Lots of people share their kidney stone horror stories, so that saves me from feeling the need to share the details.
Nope, I wanted to share my family’s amazing response. First, my wife, who had a VERY important meeting that day at her new job (and needed to be her freshest) was up with me, holding my hand, refilling my water, and basically there for support during the entire awful event until that FIRST stone finally passed and allowed me the relief that let me at least catch a nap. I am not used to having anybody care for me when I am not well, but the Missus is a real champ in that department.
Then there was my daughter. She just started her new job, but she checked in during every break to ask how I was feeling. I have to admit…it was very unusual to have people fussing over me. I am used to just handling my business and sucking it up. What I got was people who love me and care for me, going that extra mile to make me feel cared for.
My week might have ended on a very down note, but my family made all the difference in the world. It may seem like a very small thing, but today’s post is dedicated with thanks to my wife and daughter. I love them both very much.