I’m beginning my Life 3.0 and this weekend was one of mile”stones” for me. I bought a car, a 2004 Pontiac Aztek. It’s ugly, I know … it’s so ugly I love it. More on that later …
I also finalized moving to a new house. More on that later …
What really made this weekend special was yet another kidney “stone.”
I’ve passed 105 of them so all in all, kidney stones are not that special any more. A few hours of pain, some really nice pills, maybe an upchuck or two … and voila, a brand spanking new baby boy!
Saturday I bought the Aztek and I wasn’t enjoying myself. The stone I’d been fighting since Thursday was doing a number on me.
In fact, I felt so bad that on the 30-mile drive back home (to my new home), I rode in the passenger seat while my dad drove. How about that? Get a new car and don’t even get to drive it.
When I got out of the car, the stone made its move. Literally. It began slashing its way through my ureter like a Division 1 point guard.
Some of my kidney stone collection.
I fell to my knees.
After finally unlocking the house for my parents to see it the first time, I christened the bathroom with its first kidney-stone-upchucking.
The water in the toilet was a pretty blue. Then it wasn’t.
Stone #106 then scraped its way through to my bladder, I think. I know that after that point, I only had residual pain and that’s what usually happens.
But #106 hasn’t passed yet. So I’m not out of the woods.
Now I have to romance the “stone” with gallons of water and hope it’s not as big as I think it is.
There’s always the risk of grinding to a halt an inch from freedom.
And yes, that’s happened before too.
I guess you could say that my new Life 3.0 has gotten off to a rather “rocky” start.