All week I’d had an upset stomach. I’d written it off to stress, a little bug, and cafeteria food. I’d had nausea a couple of times but brushed it off. I hadn’t been drinking as much water as normal and figured that didn’t help how I was feeling either. My sister was here with Gage while we went out to dinner. And when we returned and we did meds (trust me, this is a process) with Gage I was surprised I wasn’t felling well.

I threw up.

I was in some pain, then got settled and went to sleep before 11:30pm. Imagine how shocked I was to wake up to a familiar pain from 2 years ago…

You know what I’m about to say, right?

A kidney stone. I called Julian to the hospital with clear instructions to bring my meds with him about 5:30am. By 6:20 I was in the E.R. of our local hospital. Four hours later I returned to Children’s Hospital having had confirmation that I had a stone in a not great place. Chances are that it will not move on it’s own so I will need a procedure to get it moving. Until I work out those details I will have some serious pain meds ready, drink plenty of water and hope.

We are the most kidney challenged family ever. Seriously.