Well, I’d love to tell you how we were and are having a wonderful time. All our plans went down the tubes, and you’ll see how much of a pun that is in a second.
I had to keep making bathroom stops, but for some reason, I couldn’t pee. The pain got worse and worse, until it involved my whole left side.
Carl, who was driving (Thank God) sped us all to the emergency room in Moncton where eventually we found out I had a kidney stone! Yes, it is true that it is worse than labour.
Stone is 5mm (less than 1/4″) and was almost to my bladder when they looked. They gave me some really good narcotics, too. I had a pleasant nap. Emma had a great time wandering the hospital with my mother, who found a quilt sale in the lobby. Carl has ten more grey hairs. Ron was worried sick in Saint John.
I feel like someone planted a roundhouse kick to my side and I’m woosey. How do you spell that anyway? I think I need to go lie down again.
You want pics? Pics of my hair AND whatever stone pases? I can do seperate photos…
I think it’s time for some meds. The girls are taking great care of me. My mommy is bringing food later. (not that I feel like eating. Hmm, this could be a good diet.)
Methinks Ron will be home early today.