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I am a Yankee carpetbagger from northern Pennsylvania living in Georgia... specifically the Atlanta metro.

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Monday, January 29, 2007

At least the sun is shining.

As you can see, I haven't posted in a while. It's not like I've been too busy to write. I guess, I just felt like I had nothing to say. I'm in one of my periodic funks. I get this way from time to time. I think I inherited it from my Mother. There are some days that I just don't feel like doing anything. When I'm in this kind of funk - it takes a lot for me to get motivated.

We are planning to get our house painted in February - maybe the middle of the month. I have been completing my punch list of items in preparation for the painters. I have some more trim to install under the eaves and I'm working on the installation of some lighting and finishing the ceiling in our entry outside. There is still quite a bit of caulking to do on the siding and I tackle that when we have warm enough days. I'll be so happy when I can turn it over to the painters and let them work their magic.

I worked on trimming out the garage door frame on Saturday. The old frame had been damaged by termites - evidently from long before we bought the house. I installed some man made products that are supposed to be termite resistant. The only thing left to do is install a weatherproof seal around the door but, I have to wait until the painters are done painting to do that.

I woke up yesterday morning with severe pain in my lower back. Initially, I thought it was normal lower back pain that I sometimes receive after a long day of work. After laying in bed for a few more minutes, I realized that this was no ordinary backache. The pain level was increasing rapidly and it was now more pronounced on the left side of my lower back. I got up to go to the bathroom and really didn't go that much considering I had drunk a lot of fluids the evening before. I went out into the kitchen where the wife and boy were preparing for breakfast. I got a drink of water and the wife asked me what was wrong. I was sweating profusely and now was starting to bend over from the pain. I feel like I have a fairly high level tolerance for pain but, this thing was starting to kick my ass. I told the wife to get her and the boy dressed as we were going to need to go to the emergency room. To make a long story shorter and assuming you have already guessed, yes I have a kidney stone. By the time I got to the hospital I couldn't stand up straight. Thank God that it was a Sunday morning... there were only a handful of patients there. I was taken into an exam room and asked to change. I was laying on the gurney writhing in pain. The admissions woman said a nurse would be in shortly. "Shortly" was a long, long time or so it seemed. The wife was so scared looking at me rolling around on the bed moaning that she ran to get a doctor. He asked what was wrong and she said "We think he has a kidney stone. He's in a lot of pain". He ran in and did an initial exam and ordered up the meds. Once he got involved it seemed the whole army of nurses were there. They did an MRI and found one stone has already dislodged from my left kidney and there is another one in my right kidney. I have not passed it yet and now have a greater appreciation for what people that have them go through. It's very, very painful. It appears to be small enough to pass, so they sent me home with literature and a prescription for pain killers. I've had a few bouts with some heavy pain yesterday and this morning but I am doing fine. The pain killers keep me loopy so, I can't drive. Fortunately the in-laws came in and picked up the boy while I wallow in my sorrows from my misfortune. The wife delayed her trip to Dallas by one day, hoping I'll pass this thing soon.

While I'm in my homebound state, I've decided to brew some beer. It's a Honey Brown Ale that's supposed to be fairly close to a mass produced beer that the wife and I enjoy. I'm going to get started on it this afternoon. Maybe I'll get enough gumption up to post some pics of the process.

1 Comments:

Blogger D. EVANS said...

O' man. Yes the sun does continue to shine in spite of our own issues. I remember thinking this as I lay in the hospital last July. After a few days I began to feel like a shut-in. and when I was finally discharged I felt like a prisoner getting out of prison after a decade or so. I am going to be thinking of you. I hope those things go and go fast!

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