David was finally released from his felon filled hospital room and allowed to join the general population. I was super relived. We were told upon leaving that they would set up an appointment soon to remove the stint, blast the kidney stone and remove that gigantic beast of a stone. To be honest, I blocked this out. I didn’t want to come back. I just wanted to get out.

I dropped dear David off at home and picked up his pain meds. Friends and family stopped by all day to wish him well. David’s glorious family generously offered to temporarily take care of the three week old baby kittens David and I had foolishly decided to foster just days before the killer kidney stone.

I got David the above balloon and kept telling him to “bee better”. Hopped up on all of his meds, he found that to be humorous. Unfortunately I have no such excuse.

We blissfully lived through the next three weeks, although David says he was constantly peeing blood and fire, I was just please he looked normal and wasn’t doubled over in pain.

Apparently, the doctor explained, some people never come back in to have the stint removed. And ironically enough calcium builds up around the stint and becomes one gigantic kidney stone. I’m guessing that’s a bear to have removed. But we being responsible citizens went back to Truman for what we anticipated would be David’s final surgery, but alas the surgery gods were not smiling upon us (and by that I mean the head urologist at Truman totally mucked up my husbands surgery).

They called me in to talk to the esteemed head of urologist and when I went to see him, he literally smiled at me while beginning to walk away and said, “It went well. He’s fine.” And then in the category of things that make you think “how did this guy get a medical degree” he said, “couldn’t find it. must be gone.”

Ummm gone? Gone where? Did it grow legs and leave or what? What do you mean gone? And why are you still walking away from me doctor man? Where are you walking to? Can you take like 5 minutes and instead of just shrugging your shoulders can you explain what the medical phrase, “MUST BE GONE” means??? And for the love of doctors everywhere stop SHRUGGING.

And that is where my brain began melting out of my ears.

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