So I managed to ruin our Thursday night Air-a-thon with kidney stones. It was only 2 milimeters…so felt really stupid for going to the hospital. Though M tells me it’s best that I went.
My poor sister had to take me to the hospital and come back and get me went they released me at 2 a.m. doped up on morphine. I spent most of Friday in bed. Saturday I got up and saw Indiana Jones (it was good, a good ending too. I loved it. And before you say BUT…it’s no weirder than anything else he found…really. I read the Wall Street review…I don’t think he watched the movie. Mayan’s and Incan’s don’t equal Aztecs stupid.)
I felt much better yesterday. I came into work to day but I’m the only one here I’ll just catch up from Friday and go home.