I awoke Wednesday night to the most excruciating pain since going into labor for my four kids.  In fact, I was dreaming that I was in labor.  When I woke up, I laid there waiting for the pain to dissipate. It did not.

 I got up and walked around, took some pain medicine.  Nothing helped.

My husband ,by this point has been alerted to my pain, because of my moving around.

I have to admit, I had very lovely Dr’s when I gave birth to my children. None of them believed in pain for the mother and gave me me epi way before the contraction ever got too too bad.

The pain I was experiencing fully made up for me getting to skip out before,……I am sure of it.

I wanted to die.  I am pretty sure I asked Chris to do that for me at some point in the night.  Come morning,  things got better.  Chris was convinced I had pulled a muscle working in my garden all day.

I rested all day.

Come night fall….the beast returned.

The pain was more intense and covered a little more area. Another night of no sleep, a lot of crying, and soaking in a hot tub.

The next morning my husband texted our good friend Dr. Bobo.   She was kind enough to take quick action and get me in and the ball rolling. (Plus she had magic med. To make the pain go away)

Well….guess what even though I do not fit any of the typical profiles for it and I showed no other symptoms other than pain, it turns out that I have not one, not two, but three kidney stones.   One we will dismiss— it is tiny.

One is fairly large but just floaty around, but one….

is very large and has lodged its self in the duct.

Hence the intense pain.

So on my agenda this week….Lithotripsy.