After the 15th one I lost count,
Yes, it is due to genetics, they say, maybe diet too...maybe X marks the scene of the crime. These arrows here show the exact position of the sun on the hour of the crime. Jupiter was aligned with Pluto! The moon was in the.....
Sorry, distracted by Pee Wee.....
There I was, minding my own business Tuesday when the old familiar pain came and I knew what was inevitable.
Sure enough.... 7 hours later and a trip to the ER later I was holding a script to my local CVS for Vicodin and for Cipro, and plans to call my urologist the next day.
Fast forward a day....basically I was told to grin and bare it, and that Thursday I would come in for my procedure to bust up the stone. I've had it before, and its never failed before to smash the sucker to small enough size that I'd need a catheter to help move the stone out......until now that is.
Let me introduce you to Melvin, Superstone who refuses to bust up to playable size to exit the body in a normal way. So now I have to wait to see if he will exit via the catheter. If not then I will have to have surgery to remove him (and nevermind that I have to go back in and get the catheter removed and tossed somehow too).
Anyway....I figure since I am up every hour on the hour going to the restroom due to Melvin I might as well listen to some mellow music. Feel free to add some of your favorites.