TAN #184 UnrepenTANt (Page 52)

Hi TAN. 

Yawn....it's going to be a long day!

Hiya TAN. I'm in a boatload of pain, but just trying to take it one day at a time and accept wherever it is I'm at.

Okay. Doing dog training and riding on the trainer was also a shyty idea.

Look at it this way, you are a stone's throw from being all better.  How big of a rock did you make?

Let's all chug a pint of aqua pura with Yanti.

Hugs and lots of sympathy.  Once upon a time, I watched JWKMH writhe in the floor of the bathroom with a kidney stone.  It was not a good night.  I really am praying for this to be last medical training exercise you give your ER doc for a long while.

TW

It's fun. Slimy! Throw the guts around, but don't waste the seeds. Roast those with a little salt. Tasty

Coffee up! Halfway to lunch, right?

Look at it this way, you are a stone's throw from being all better.  How big of a rock did you make?

Let's all chug a pint of aqua pura with Yanti.

Hugs and lots of sympathy.  Once upon a time, I watched JWKMH writhe in the floor of the bathroom with a kidney stone.  It was not a good night.  I really am praying for this to be last medical training exercise you give your ER doc for a long while.

TW

Having a little tea right now, keeping coffee in my back pocket for this afternoon meetings and cc. 

Having a little tea right now, keeping coffee in my back pocket for this afternoon meetings and cc. 

Snerk. Punny. And thank you.

Little Rock (2-3mm), but like Arkansas, big and sharp, enough to scrape the tissues bloody, cause infection, and make me cry.

Writhing on the floor was definitely what I was doing when Jim dragged me to the ER (over my protests, even! I'M FI-I-I-NE OW DAMMIT FINE!)

Even the ER doc, whose personal cell number I have, and who usually yells at me, was sympathetic.

Considering I'm not much use of anything while laid up, the one thing I can still do lots of is pray ... and so there you and the G6 remain.

I make the kiddos dig out all the pumpkin guts, then I can help them carve it. I do not like getting my hands dirty like that. I can't even stand to touch raw hamburger meat to make hamburgers!

yanti, you know I am the kindey stone God....the US urologist don't call me Queen Pee for nothing.  Get me a 24 hour urine collection!!!!!

Oh wait urine thru customs and border protection goes really bad.....sigh.

Just come visit and I will get you in good hands. 

Look at it this way, you are a stone's throw from being all better.  How big of a rock did you make?

Let's all chug a pint of aqua pura with Yanti.

Hugs and lots of sympathy.  Once upon a time, I watched JWKMH writhe in the floor of the bathroom with a kidney stone.  It was not a good night.  I really am praying for this to be last medical training exercise you give your ER doc for a long while.

TW

I make the kiddos dig out all the pumpkin guts, then I can help them carve it. I do not like getting my hands dirty like that. I can't even stand to touch raw hamburger meat to make hamburgers!

Snerk. Punny. And thank you.

Little Rock (2-3mm), but like Arkansas, big and sharp, enough to scrape the tissues bloody, cause infection, and make me cry.

Writhing on the floor was definitely what I was doing when Jim dragged me to the ER (over my protests, even! I'M FI-I-I-NE OW DAMMIT FINE!)

Even the ER doc, whose personal cell number I have, and who usually yells at me, was sympathetic.

Considering I'm not much use of anything while laid up, the one thing I can still do lots of is pray ... and so there you and the G6 remain.

Be glad you had sombody to take you.

Me:  Writhing on the floor with a gallstone attack.  Feels like somebody is cutting me open from the tip of my sternum to my backbone with a hot dull knife, 6 month old sitting in his swing screaming.  I have to get up, get my purse and his diaper bag, get him into his carseat (almost passed out at that one) and drive myself to the ER.  I get there, they take me in, a nurse shows up and starts examining...... My son, asking me what is wrong with him.

I would love to put my pee in your hands.

Cheri chapstick ...

Snerk. Punny. And thank you.

Little Rock (2-3mm), but like Arkansas, big and sharp, enough to scrape the tissues bloody, cause infection, and make me cry.

Writhing on the floor was definitely what I was doing when Jim dragged me to the ER (over my protests, even! I'M FI-I-I-NE OW DAMMIT FINE!)

Even the ER doc, whose personal cell number I have, and who usually yells at me, was sympathetic.

Considering I'm not much use of anything while laid up, the one thing I can still do lots of is pray ... and so there you and the G6 remain.