The Rolling Stones

Well, I was wrong when I said "this stone too shall pass". Lucky, lucky Pete is presently in the hospital, and has a very personal date with our urologist tomorrow morning. This morning he woke up in pain at our magic hour of 4:30 (when these warm fuzzy feelings of a stone tearing up your insides decides to always happen) and had to go back to the hospital. Pete saw the doc this afternoon, and he told Pete he'd take the more drastic route of lasering the stone out for him.

Pete told me yesterday that I "stole his kidney stone thunder" by blogging about him. So when he comes home, and detoxes, I'm sure you can get the full story on his blog. But in the meantime, you at least get an update here on how he's doing. And if he gets mad that I blogged about him again, I can always punch him in the kidney and take away his drugs.

For those of you who have not had stones, take a gander at this picture (yep, that's a kidney stone), realize why these bad boys hurt so much, and thank your lucky stars you haven't had the pleasure of feeling one of these coming down your ureter. If you have had stones, your kidney is probably throbbing with the remembrance of the pain right now. Massage that beautiful organ and tell it it was just a nightmare, and go drink some water!