Off to a Rocky Start
March is a hectic month for me. Usually this is because of a few fraught anniversaries as well as my birthday. However, this March is even worse than usual because I’m moving out of my rental home.
Typically, I enjoy a good move. It’s exciting to move into a new space, and I love packing all my possessions neatly into boxes. It also gives me a chance to say goodbye to extraneous items I’ve acquired during my stay or objects I’ve loved but have passed their time with me. However, since I’ve only been in this rental for 6 months, I’m a little burnt out from moving and all the irritants it entails. What makes this move even more difficult is I’m not moving directly into a new place. For financial reasons I’m staying with a friend while I look for new housing. My dear twin as a matter of fact. I’ll do some house labor and pet-sitting in order to keep my presence from being too egregious.
Anyway, my whole point is that March in general is a hard month for me. This particular March is even more difficult than usual. So, of course, you know what that means…if you guessed unexpected physical ailment you win the Ce Jaye Gold Star Award!
That’s right. In the midst of all this busyness and uncertainty my kidney decided to make a rock. I would like to say I endured this new development in my life with grace and an even-keeled temperament. To say that would be to lie my dear fiends. Any new type of bodily discomfort is scary! Add to that scariness the difficulties of navigating the American healthcare system, and you’ve got a recipe for anxiety, depression, and putting off visiting any sort of medical professional for as long as humanly possible.
Unfortunately, the only ‘cure’ for kidney stones is drinking a Hoover Dam’s worth of liquid to flush the ‘dam’ed thing out of your kidneys. Seriously, fiends it’s so much water. Or juice. Or juice water. It’s like playing a drinking game. With yourself. And the prize is a rock.
Yippee.
Fortunately (or unfortunately) I have a dear parental unit who is overly familiar with the whole experience (I really hate genetics sometimes). Drink water, go to urgent care when it hurts, etc. Thankfully my pain levels haven’t gone over a 5 so far, but I’m on week #2 and still no rock. Maybe this is the universe’s way of saying ‘reach the fuck out before we put you flat on your back’…or maybe I’m just reading into a situation what I’ve already been learning. Nevertheless, the rest of March will prove to be an adventure. Here’s hoping some of it turns out to be a profitable one.
-tips back a container of lemon water and slowly drinks myself under the desk-