Kidney Stones, oh my.
After collapsing in the kitchen last night and crawling to the living room I knew it was time to call my doctor’s office.
Oh the PAIN!
Superdad and the kids took awesome care of their pitiful mother who was in pain. (This morning I reached into the fridge to get the milk and saw where Superdad had bought four bottles of Gatorade for me. Awwww, isn’t that sweet?)
When I get a stone I drink a lot of Gatorade.
Hence the sweetness factor that he had bought four big bottles for me.
I’d say that if he’d have added a ball of yarn he would have gotten lucky! Ha ha. I tease because I’d already bought a cart full of yarn this week at the craft store. You get the gist of my happiness though.
Now we wait.
Dear Kidney Stone,