Now, Doc gave me a ballpark maybe of 2 weeks on passing the stone, but I'm not counting on it. It was a rough guess, at best, and I know this. Still, the thought hit me that maybe this is the damn thing finally making the final push into the bladder. By the time Di and Erik left, I was pretty much miserable. Not as bad as the times I went to the ER about this, but still, when you have this going on and nothing you can do helps, it's frustrating as all Hell and it really brings you down. The stomach issue gave me no desire to put anything into it, though getting more water was probably what I needed.
Bundled up and tried to get comfy on the couch with a movie, getting up only to answer incoming IM's. Eventually, though, I was losing my mind. Grabbed my water and my book, headed upstairs, and got as comfy as i could in a hot bath. Kinda zoned out there for an hour, pausing to heat it back up from time to time. Somewhere in there, the pressure let up, so that's good. Still don't feel great, but it's better than it was.
I'm so sick of this crap. Tired of dealing with it. Tired of feeling so bad. Tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop, as it were. Tired of being concerned of how I'll handle things if it hits while I'm away form home. This shit has had me down for too long. Three and a half fucking months of this. I'm trying not to bitch about it much (I'm sure everyone I know is beyond sick of hearing about it), and I know that, with the surgery appointment, there's light at the end of the tunnel, one way or another. It's just...gah...
Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled whatever.
