Stone Has Passed

Tee hee.

I went in this morning for "the procedure" and there was no stone to be found!

I am freaking ecstatic.

My friend M had been saying "What is this procedure? You make it sound as though they're going to hit you with a mallet."

When I arrived at the office, I was handed a pamphlet that explained "the machine," and was then told by the anesthesiologist that he'd give you a narcotic with 10x the potency of morphine because essentially "the machine" beats your kidney 3600 times with electroconvulsive pulses. But, literally, it involves beating. And one can expect to piss blood due to kidney bleeding in response to the beating. And bruising up and down one's side. Fabulous.

I asked the anesthesiologist "What, exactly, does anesthesia do?" and he was like "We don't really know... it makes your forget." Then "Maybe something with calcium channels. Nobody really knows."

I'd suspected that the stone had passed or was, at the very least, in a very comfortable spot, because I hadn't felt anything for over 24 hours. This didn't stop me from preparing for the procedure, which caused me to lose about 3 pounds yesterday. Glamorous.

I kept saying "Look, it might not be there. Let's just not give me any anesthesia until we're sure."

They're not entirely sure, but the obstruction, if its there, is minimal, so its either passed or painlessly on its way out.

Sweet sweet sweet. So much better than gravel and bruising.

I am in such a good mood. It's a beautiful day and my kidneys are intact. And I get to eat, which is making me far too happy.

YAY!