March 2, 2008

February is gone. It seems impossible, but it's true. March starts the dawn of a new facet of my life....stone hunting. No, not the kind of stone you see here...oh how I wish! That's right...kidney stone hunting. My goal before I see my urologist is to have at least one stone for him to diagnose.

I can already imagine it. He'll look at me, eyes bright with wonder and amazement and say something to the effect of, "I've never had such a brilliant, determined patient before." Humbly, I'll reply, "I've heard that before". Then he'll lower his head in awe and respond in a revered tone, "I feel it's an honor to have been chosen as your urologist. As a token of my sincere gratitude I would like to give you (he'll pause for a slight moment)...one of my kidneys". Oh yes, it will be an appointment a girl could only dream of and, of course, it would be rude not to accept. Then, once again, my lonely kidney will have a friend in the neighborhood.

So, here I sit, water-logged and hopeful in my newest quest. Yesterday I even tried a home remedy. I mixed a tablespoon of olive oil with a tablespoon of lemon juice, mixed it and drank it down, followed by 12 oz. of water. As disgusting as it was, an hour later I found myself one little, tiny stone. Unfortunately, it was crushed during excavation by my obnoxious tweezers, which are now in time out!

Wish me luck as I forge ahead and, on a serious note, a big warm thanks to those of you who have kept me in your prayers. I've been quite touched by all the concern and feel comforted at this time!