I know that there are people out there that are suffering worse than I am, I know that this will eventually pass, and I know that in the grand scheme of things this is not a big deal. However, this is my blog so I am going to talk about it. I'll even throw in a joke at the end if you feel like you've wasted a couple minutes of your life reading about my silly problems. Deal?!? Okay, here we go.
Let me start off by saying that Easter is my favorite time of the year. From Maundy Thursday to Easter Sunday, it all gets a big :-) from me. Yet this year at 3:00am on Maundy Thursday, I was awoken by severe pain in my lower back. It was horrible! I thought that it was because I didn't stretch like I was supposed to in racquetball the other day, so I took some ibuprofin. That didn't work at all. It hurt when I sat, stood, laid down, or walked around. I decided that since I was feeling nauseaus, it must be flatulance. I tried going to the bathroom, but that made it worse. I was screaming to myself, praying to God, but the pain kept coming. Finally when I came into my parents room to get some more toilet paper, they asked if I was doing all right. I said, "No, I have really sharp pains in the lower right side of my back." My dad said that is where my kidney is. Then he asked me if I needed to go to the Emergency Room. He made the decision to, and I'm glad he did. I just didn't want to get there and have the guys be like, "Mr. Lemons, your son just has gas. Give him this bowl of chili, and he'll be fine!" After answering questions, giving blood, having great pain medication, getting a CT scan, and getting stronger pain medication (at that point I felt like little demons were dancing in my kidney), he told me I had a 2.5mm stone in my kidney and that hopefully it will pass in 2-3 days. So my Easter was spent basically lying on the couch in our living room, drugged, and drinking gallons of liquids with the end result...the little bugger has made himself comfortable and is enjoying the refreshments.
I went to the Urologist the other day, and basically we decided that the best course of action is to just ride it out. THANK GOD I got a perscription for more pain medication. However I may have this thing for more than 6 weeks. Just so you know, I took some medication at 3:00am today because the pain woke me up, so I may be rambling or sound somewhat incoherent right now. The hardest thing now is having the motivation to do homework and finish this semester strong. My motivation right now is to sleep. My dreams have been excellent lately, and the dogs have been by my side the whole time. I am just not motivated at all. Even right now I have two projects, some e-mails, a lifegroup lesson to prepare, and I need to clean my room. But I decided to blog.
I'm kind of upset. I feel like my Easter was taken away from me. Yes, I know how selfish this sounds. I know how much God has blessed me. I know that the pain I feel is nothing like what Jesus felt on the Cross. I also know that Easter is not about me (although the gift of salvation is given to all of us). Let me then rephrase myself: I am upset because I felt like I wasn't able to utilize all that this Easter week had to offer.
Once again, I am on pain-killers right now so this whole blog may sound completely not like me at all. It may sound like "Pot Scott" my evil drug-induced twin. So since some of you read this until the very end, here is a joke.
Q: "Where does the Easter Bunny get his Breakfast?"
A: "At the IHOP!"
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