I’m in the waiting room of the ER
I think I have kidney stones.
Of course at home it was more grueling
But the lady still hasnt even checked me in due to some need to torture me further.
The lady took a good 20 mins just getting my basic info. She’s not great at English. Weirdly my symptoms died down during that episode.
A very old lady was wheeled in behind me.
Why am I writing? Because I wanna scream.
The old lady was born in Oct of 1921.
The check in lady asked me the weirdest questions
How did you get here?
Are you married?
What religion are you?
Do you speak other languages?
Are you Hispanic?
And then she told me, “You don’t look black.”
She didn’t ask why I was there.
The old lady was rolled away to get an EKG.
They said my something was high.
all I can think is I drank a lot more ginger ales
and cokes than I shoulda
bukowski drank all those beers: nothin
pierce drinks pops and he gets laid up
3:35am. My nurse was very very nice
She took my blood.
I’m getting fluids (saline?) it tastes metallic
My mom texted me. as did Chris.
I feel bad I woke people up.
The pain is going down.
I wonder what’s in the pain reliever.
It’s 3:35am I’m not sleepy
People are passed out everywhere.
I was so short of breath getting here.
I had to pee like crazy but it was a fakeout.
I promise when I get old I won’t blog my ailments.
6:03am doc confirmed it was a stone.
Says it is still in there.
Can’t believe I wasn’t crying like a baby
Is gonna give me some pills so when it passes it doesn’t kill.
I was supposed to lecture at a college this morning
I’m sad I won’t be there to do it :(