Kidney Stones and Hydrocodone

It’s been over a week and this selfish kidney stone has decided to make a pillspermanent residence in my system. Supposedly, there’s only 1, and supposedly, it’s small enough to pass on its own. But by the number of pain pills I’ve taken since last Wednesday, I’m doubting that information.

Obviously, I can’t drive while I’m on this medication. I can’t even write. Good Lord, what kind of crazy things would come out of a Hydrocodone-induced mind? Kinda scary to think about.

The only way I’ve made it through this past week, aside from Hydrocodone and Zofran, is through the help of my family. Chauffeuring my son around for school and his bajillion appointments every week, cooking dinner, and babysitting my youngest— it’s a lot to ask for. Especially from someone who doesn’t like to ask for help.

I’m so lucky. To have the help there when I need it. There are plenty of folks that have to go through this kind of stuff completely alone. So I give a huge hug and major thank you to my family: you know who you are.

But this damn stone has taken up enough of my life, and enough of my family’s demonstonelife. So we’ll see what this urologist has to say today, and I hope it can evict this tiny demon stuck somewhere between my kidney and bladder.

And hopefully sometime before the end of the month, I can get back to writing.

I’ll post an update when I can. Any of you gone through this ridiculousness before?

Happy Birthday – Time to Brag

Spending my birthday heavily medicated from a stupid kidney stone is not the pillcupcakesbest way to celebrate. But at the same time, I can’t complain. No whining allowed.

Because I have the most incredible family.

Yes, folks, this is a bragging post. Fair warning.

My mother, who made us dinner because she knew I couldn’t cook. My father, who picked my son up from school 2 days in a row and took him to his appointments. My brother, who came over to watch my younger son since I was totally loopy. Even my 5-year-old, who didn’t understand what was going on, but still covered me with a blanket and shared his toys with me so it would make me feel better. (Made me want to cry, it was so cute!)

And especially my hubby. For any single ladies out there who are still looking for the right man, make sure you marry one just like mine (sorry, you can’t have this one!). The kind of man who stands beside you when the shit hits the fan, and is helping you scrape all of it off the ceiling and walls. More importantly, will take the scraper from you when you’re flat on your back in a hospital bed, and keep scraping for you. Who sits beside you when you feel you’re at your worst, holds your hand and tells you he loves you.

I would be ecstatic not to see a hospital room again this year. They should put a plaque with my name on one of those rooms by now. But I know if I am, he’ll be right there with me. Telling me I’m still beautiful. And smiling through whatever nonsense I say while on morphine. (Apparently I asked him 3 times  if he went to the dry cleaners).

I have the best family in the world. And that’s an awesome birthday. And every other day in between!