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The Story: Fell ill at 12:30 am July 4th. Tried to ride it out Wed -end up at ER for fireworks on account of dehydratio and BP cr ap. Docs see stone on CT Scan. Estimate at 5mm and we try waiting. Reassess requires surgery and can’t get Doc until Sat. No food/water after midnight Sat am. Surgery at 11 am. Can’t even have hospital coffee – which is actually not bad there now. Surgery with a frikkin’ laser to break up the rock and retrieve the remnants from the incredibly cruel abuse and mis-treatment dished out against my loyal and stout Little Bestest Pal. The poor kid. He had no idea what they’d planned for their assault so he never saw it coming. I’d have saved him from it, if I could. I’ve sheltered him for years but now he had to step up and shoulder the load. I admit he’s made me proud. But it’s also a bit sad. Even the little guys get bigger someday.
They attached the longest “catheter” (leash) somewhere in back part of my neck and left a small loop of thread hanging out of Buddy, so when the proper time came I would finally lose my tonsils though via an anterior path. The other leash was a “Foley” and about the size of a residential water hose. I sure it would never fit because I didn’t know jack about the elasticity limit of the human urethra. Boy was I ever wrong.
Then they sent me home Wednesday 11th. There’s a little relapse and back in til yesterday afternoon. Tired like never before – getting harder to snap back from this horseshit. Not getting cheaper of course.
Ah well, my sincerest thanks for all the well wishes in the comments. Means a ton to me, seriously. Truly honored – and I haven’t the words…go figure. Thanks a million everyone. We’ll keep at it.