KIDNEY STONES SUCK… The Life Out of You

According To Don

by DON FOWLER

I’m sitting in one of those new comfortable reclining chairs at the Warwick Showcase, reviewing “The Flash”, when suddenly it hits me.

A sharp pain on my right side below my rib. The pain quickly intensifies, and I double over.

I’ve been there before. Once at a convention in Philadelphia and another time eating dinner at home.

Others who have been there say that it is the worst pain possible, comparable only to childbirth. Haven’t been there, but I sure can empathize.

The goal is to pass the stone, not always the easiest thing in the world to accomplish.

The stone (or stones) has a mind of its own. It moves when it wants to, making its way through the urethra to its only way out, sans surgery.

The plan is to drink water-lots of water-to assist the flow. Meanwhile, you try to deal with the excruciating pain.

I can’t take the pain. I leave the Flash and head for the Emergency Room.

I’m not sure which was worse, sitting through nearly three hours of “The Flash” or six hours in the ER waiting room.

Have you been in an ER lately? You are not alone. There are lots of sick people in close proximity. One even had a mask on.