I think I just might live.

Today I woke up and didn’t immediately want to cry from intense stabbing pains in my back.  It is also the first day when I didn’t grab a plastic bucket and strive to think non-vomitous thoughts immediately after eating breakfast.

All of these things lead me to the conclusion that my kidneys might just be healing and stone free.

<Stunned silence.>

I have been sick or in pain for thirty-five days straight.  And while some days were much easier than others, January has pretty much been a sinkhole of misery and despair.

However, my future outlook is bright.  February looks to be a great, pain-free month.  A month for me to gain back my strength, pamper my excretory system, and catch up on all the housework that I’ve missed.  (Oddly, I’m looking forward to that last part.  I never thought I’d look forward to cleaning the kitchen.)

In March I’m going to have a renal ultrasound (which sounds so much fancier than just saying ‘ultrasound’) and some urine analysis to try to determine how to prevent my kidneys from making any more stones.

I feel extremely blessed because the odds are (forever in my favor) that everything is going to be just fine and dandy from here on out.

January has taught me many things.  I learned that continuous pain can turn the nicest person into a bitter, raging creature with bad hygiene.  I learned that throwing up gatorade is much better than throwing up orange juice.  I learned that it takes exactly one episode of Say Yes to the Dress for a pain pill to start working.  And I learned that accepting help from others doesn’t make you a weak person.  (Although I’d still much rather be the person extending the help than accepting it.)

Most of all, I’ve learned who will stand by me through thick and thin.  And how I can be a better friend to the people I love when they have hard times.

Were these lessons worth all the pain and misery?

<long pause as I really ponder the question.>

Probably so (said in my most reluctant voice ever.)  However, I’d like to request a few months off before I have any more life altering learning experiences.

Pretty please, with a cherry on top?

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6 Responses to I think I just might live.

  1. thefoodcharlatan says:

    I hear you on the finally being able to clean your house, and that throwing up orange juice is probably the worst thing in the entire world. Glad to hear you are on the mend Ami.

  2. Everytime I say ‘stone’ I say it in Benicio DelToro’s accent in Snatch.
    Not that you care, but it makes it far more humorous here at my end.
    I’m glad you’re on the upswing. 🙂

  3. Great read!
    May the odds continue to be forever in your favor! 😉

  4. Probably the only thing worse than throwing up spaghetti is throwing up orange juice. Or they are tied. Either way, I am so glad you are starting to feel better. January SUCKED!

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