the stone
That's not mine. That's actually much bigger than mine. Looks like it belongs in Honey Bunches of Oats cereal or something. "Krunchy Kidney Stones" [Long entry. Feel free to skim. Or skip. There's also lots of issues with conflicting tenses that I was just to lazy to go back and fix.] I really didn't want to call an ambulance. I had that feeling of, "Is this really the kind of thing that warrants an ambulance? What if the pain goes away? I'll feel like such an ass." I was at my desk at work last Thursday when the pain came on around my kidney. It grew to a point where I decided to leave work early, about 4:30. As I walked outside it got worse. I bent over, tried to get the pain to go away. Tried to not look weird to the group of ladies going to their cars. I called Emilee and asked if I could come over. I tried getting in my truck but the pain prevented me from sitting. I called her back and asked if she could pick me up. She was on her way. I trudged over to the front of the building and to the front desk, inside and past the receptionist. I tried again not to look too weird. When the pain was becoming unbearable, I walked over to her, leaned on the desk with rather labored breathing and said, "This is kind of weird. But I've got this horrible pain in my side that won't stop." "Do you want me to call an ambulance?" she asked. "I think so," I said. I slumped against a wall. A guy from work walked by and ran to get me water. Emilee showed up and sat with me. The ambulance came, they loaded me up and took me to the E.R.
