It seems like the only thing worse than something bad happening is waiting for it terrorists use this logic all the time, and it's why a kidney stone power is so potent. I'm sure any readers familiar with this week's blog could give half a fuck about this topic, having covered it thrice, but if you ever had one, you'd know what I mean. I've never had the sort of mind-body connection that alerted me that one was coming; I think my blog from five days ago was some sort of shamanistic stab at warding it away. I drank gallons of water this week in suspicion, even though I had felt no pain and nothing seemed to be wrong. I just fucking knew. Then again, some religions would posit that I made it happen by mentioning it. After all, the end of the famous Medieval phrase "speak of the devil" is "...and he shall appear."
Passed the stone at 5:45 in the morning, which was nice; the whole ordeal wasn't half as bad as last year's July 4th debacle. The only thing that lingered on was the ghost pain, a heavy-duty Percoset hangover, and yes, that awful feeling of not being in control. It will take a few days to emerge out from under the penumbra of fear and start being cavalier again. Until then, a cookies & cream delight from Bev's Homemade Ice Cream in downtown Great Barrington will have to do.
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Sam and Tessa exchange ice cream flavor ideas
Ironically, that's most likely the source of your kidney stones...the ice cream that you like so much. After having 5 or 6 of them, I was finally diagnosed with calcium based kidney stones and quickly stopped having ice cream (except once in awhile) and cut way down on the milk, cheese, etc. At any rate, I haven't had one in over 10 years now. I wasn't sure if you were aware of this connection or not, but if you weren't, you've got an uncanny/unconscious sense of how you're getting "stoned."
Good luck with it.
Rob Lewis, '86