Change is good.

Er... well, a kidney stone, that is. I was always under the impression that kidney stones were exclusively for overweight, middle-aged men who slathered everything with ketchup and extra salt. I assumed wrong... and yes, to assume makes an ass of "u" and "me". Spoiler alert!... I shall be giving out a little too much information, but it's for your own good. The pain started in the morning when I got out of bed... at that time it felt no worse than the usual monthly occurrence , i.e. ovulating.... For those of you who have never had the pleasure, imagine someone jutting a thick knitting needle in your lower abdomen and twisting it 'round. The dull, intense pain got increasingly worse throughout the day, and it was when my daughter and I were on our way home from Wal -Mart that I made the executive decision to stop at the emergency room. At the very least, I thought, they would tell me I was out of my mind and to go home and quit being such a pussy.