It ended with a fizzle rather than a bang…
The battle of the kidney stone was an epic event that took place on a miniature scale. The important thing is that it's over.
Much to the dismay of my physician I have no trophy to show for my efforts. During the course of the battle to force the stone out (think Cecil B. DeMille meets Michael Bay), my manly urethra crushed it into submission, and into a pile of grit.
What a stupid waste of two weeks of my life. I don’t know which was worse, the pain or the painkillers. Both turned me into an unbearable ass and a miserable grouch.
Now that the veil has been lifted I have to stumble back into my life.
Things have changed since I was last here.