I received a GPS for Christmas, not because I get lost -- I never do -- but because it tells me lots of other cool things that I like to know. (I am the only person I know who can watch the GPS on an overseas flight as if it were a good movie.) The voice we selected is that of a refined British man, so we named him Giles. Giles Poppleton Smythe (G.P.S.). Giles was a great accompaniment to a gripping book on CD, and we made the journey to Peoria in 10 hours flat.
It is good to see Maren, Gavin, and family again. We have had a bit more relaxing schedule than we had in Virginia, but fun nonetheless -- for the most part.
Last night I awakened with a killer back ache. I am sleeping on some really good pads, which I have used happily and successfully several times before, but this time I thought my back had given out when I awakened a 1:00 A.M. and was unable to stem the pain by changing position or stretching. I took some ibuprofen and applied an ice pack to no avail. I checked symptoms online and they matched those of a kidney stone. When the pain become intolerable, I awakened Kris and Maren, got some directions to the hospital, and had Kris drive me as I writhed in pain. It took two and a half hours to confirm what I already knew from a previous stone over 20 years ago. The little booger was on the small side, 2 millimeters; I saw the CT scans thanks to a very nice doctor and staff (I thought kind thoughts about Doctor Rob). When I told the doctor we were flying to Texas he said it was safe but might be uncomfortable, so I guess we will continue with our plans. We were discharged by 5:00 A.M. and went in search of meds to manage the pain in an ongoing fashion.
Young Beckham has stolen my heart: a cuddleand he looked at me and said "Pop Pop!"
This evening we drove to Mesa and had a Mothers Day celebratory dinner at the local Big Fat Greek Restaurant. Grandmother is very well and it was so nice to see her.
I am pleased to report that the kidney stone appears to have passed: the pain was gone by noon and I feel great. The timing was perfect -- a miracle. So we are off to Houston tomorrow morning early. We will keep you posted, but that's all for now.
OXO
D.
I am pleased to report that the kidney stone appears to have passed: the pain was gone by noon and I feel great. The timing was perfect -- a miracle. So we are off to Houston tomorrow morning early. We will keep you posted, but that's all for now.
OXO
D.

4 comments:
YUCK. That isn't fun to have at any time, let alone vacation time.
Looks like fun times anyway.
I hear kidney stones are even worse than gall stones. That's the pits! Hope it's really over, and you can enjoy the balance of your visit.
Oh dear! I do hope it's all gone.
Well, Anna gives you lovely historic visits while I give you kidney stones...got to make it memorable somehow!
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