Let me see if I can remember everything – in order.
Previous x-rays show I have at least six of those critters inside me, so it was natural for me to assume this monster pain in my back is another HUGE stone.
Friday October 11th, I couldn’t decide if I should go to the emergency room, or just to the doctor’s office. An office visit seemed the best place to start.
The fresh, new doctor would not take an x-ray, saying it would be inconclusive. Besides, he saw my record showing I had a c-scan in June, and sure enough, I had kidney stones. He offered me Vycodin for pain, and Flomax to increase the flow.
I was disappointed, as I envisioned an operation to find this beast and destroy it.
Instead, Saturday morning I took one of each and headed to this local church that has a gym attached. I go there every Saturday at 8 AM to clean the gym so we can play basketball at 9 AM.
After I few minutes, I regained my feet, and walked – oh, maybe 50 feet – to the door. I’ve collapsed before, and I know a good whiff of oxygen is good medicine.
I couldn’t get enough oxygen, however, and collapsed on the steps leading into the gym. After a few minutes, I agreed to have an ambulance come.
I was feeling well enough to dismiss the ambulance after signing a message board declaring I would accept the consequences.
They, I played full-contact basketball for about an hour.
I can’t remember what I did at home after basketball, but I know I was watching the clock waiting for four hours to pass so I could have another Vycodin.
Same pill. Same result.
This one didn’t wear off until, oh, maybe 10 PM?
My daughter says I was loquacious on the telephone. That means I talked a lot, trying to describe how much pain I was in. (You should see the rough draft of this post – unreadable!)
COLUMBUS DAY – still in pain.
I think I have a cold, as well.
No gym today.