So the lab reports came back from ER visit that the husband insisted that I go to on Saturday Night and it turns out that I didn't have Diverticulitis attack after all!
"How was your back two weeks ago?" Doctor Bill asked over the phone.
"It was OK except for one afternoon when it felt like someone sent 220 current through right lower back."
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you have described that pain?" he asked.
I asked him if he meant before or after I crumpled to the floor.
"It was like a million. Hurt like nobodies business. I felt like I had plugged myself into an electrical socket."
That's when Doctor Bill told me on the phone that it was a KIDNEY STONE of all things!
A kidney stone? WTF?
He thinks that most of the diverticulitis attacks may have Kidney Stone attacks. "When even a small stone lodges in the urethra as it nears the prostate, it can wreck all sorts of havoc. And if your dick isn't working, your ass will go on strike too."
He told me that they found evidence of the stone in my urine.
"Be thankful it wasn't a 'spiny' stone, those hurt even worse," he gleefully told me. "When you pee'd the last of that nasty thing out, which was probably Sunday night, you got better, real fast. That's a Kidney stone attack."
So I'm to increase my iron intake, cut out my vitamin C intake, and I get to go to the urologist. AND the next time it happens I'm to go to the ER immediatly. "They take you right in with a Kidney Stone." Weee!
Anyhow, to take a page from Peenee , I'm throwing in a picture of a half naked guy - this time it's James West (aka Robert Conrad).