A Real Pisser

All that fluid turned out to be a rather poor idea. By 1:30 or so I was in acute pain. Ibuprofen and Vicodin didn't work, so Maya and I headed for the ER at Roosevelt around three. I got my pain shot about 6:30. By that time, of course, I was feeling much better, but had it anyway because it helps the stone to move. It is just as well I did, because the sucker started to hurt again, and in fact I required a fairly stiff dose of morphine a couple of hours later. I was home by noon and slept the afternoon away. At this point I don't even know if I spelled morphine correctly or not, and even worse, I don't care.

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