Bloody Eye and Popping Cronies
A week ago on Friday I felt a little ill and figured it was this local mexican restaurant's salsa I had eaten that day. I went to work anyway because I'm poor and in desperate need of more mula to pay my school.
I woke up Saturday with some pain in my ribs. I was tired but I couldn't go back to sleep because the pain made me uncomfortable. I didn't think much of the pain because it wasn't that bad and it would probably go away after a couple of hours like all the unexplained pains my body experiences. I went to work even thought the pain seemed to increase throughout the day. I brought my fantastic book #4 (I think) of the Wheel of Time series to read again and thought I could pay attention to it through the pain. The pain got so bad that it felt like my ribs were seperating from themselves. I called my mommy to see if she could give me a reason for this stupid pain and she said "Maybe you slept on them wrong." Slept on my ribs wrong?! How can one sleep on their ribs wrongs.
I stayed at work even though I wanted to run screaming to my apartment and lock the door so that I could rip my carpet up - something else in my life must feel as I feel and the carpet is no exception. I convinced myself that I was going to buy a bottle of tequila and drain half of it when I got off work just to get rid of the rib pain. Then at 12:15 am the pain suddenly stopped. I sat in the same position for 5 minutes saying "Don't move, Don't move" and enjoying that I didn't have the pain any more.
My coworker came by and I told him all about it and he said "Does it feel like your being stabbed?" Not having the experience of being stabbed I said "Sure, maybe." He told me that it sounds like kidney stones. Kidney Stones. I was relieved - finally a fucking reason for my agony. I went home without my alcohol and went to sleep.
But the pain from Saturday wasn't the worse, I woke up Sunday morning with the pain 3 times worse and in both rib areas. Almost my whole torso actually. I sat up in my bed and could do nothing to make the pain subside. I put a pillow to my face to muffle my screams - more like gasps of air followed by moaning - so that my neighbors wouldn't think I was dying. After a couple of hours the pain stopped and I went to sleep because I had only gotten 3 hours of it. I woke up later and my muscles were strained; muscles were sore that I didn't know I had. They were sore because when the pain got really bad my whole body tensed up and I was shaking and shit.
I told The Man a day later about it and he asked why I didn't go to the hospital - right and pay some quack 300 bucks to tell me that I was imagining it all. My mom asked if I looked at my pee to see the stones and I responded with an ewe, no way before telling her goodbye.
I'm only 22 and I had an experience that will make a Marine cry to his mommy and it was caused by my addiction of soda. No more I say. I haven't drank a bottle of my favorite drink since Tuesday and I'm going to see how long I last for.
I woke up Saturday with some pain in my ribs. I was tired but I couldn't go back to sleep because the pain made me uncomfortable. I didn't think much of the pain because it wasn't that bad and it would probably go away after a couple of hours like all the unexplained pains my body experiences. I went to work even thought the pain seemed to increase throughout the day. I brought my fantastic book #4 (I think) of the Wheel of Time series to read again and thought I could pay attention to it through the pain. The pain got so bad that it felt like my ribs were seperating from themselves. I called my mommy to see if she could give me a reason for this stupid pain and she said "Maybe you slept on them wrong." Slept on my ribs wrong?! How can one sleep on their ribs wrongs.
I stayed at work even though I wanted to run screaming to my apartment and lock the door so that I could rip my carpet up - something else in my life must feel as I feel and the carpet is no exception. I convinced myself that I was going to buy a bottle of tequila and drain half of it when I got off work just to get rid of the rib pain. Then at 12:15 am the pain suddenly stopped. I sat in the same position for 5 minutes saying "Don't move, Don't move" and enjoying that I didn't have the pain any more.
My coworker came by and I told him all about it and he said "Does it feel like your being stabbed?" Not having the experience of being stabbed I said "Sure, maybe." He told me that it sounds like kidney stones. Kidney Stones. I was relieved - finally a fucking reason for my agony. I went home without my alcohol and went to sleep.
But the pain from Saturday wasn't the worse, I woke up Sunday morning with the pain 3 times worse and in both rib areas. Almost my whole torso actually. I sat up in my bed and could do nothing to make the pain subside. I put a pillow to my face to muffle my screams - more like gasps of air followed by moaning - so that my neighbors wouldn't think I was dying. After a couple of hours the pain stopped and I went to sleep because I had only gotten 3 hours of it. I woke up later and my muscles were strained; muscles were sore that I didn't know I had. They were sore because when the pain got really bad my whole body tensed up and I was shaking and shit.
I told The Man a day later about it and he asked why I didn't go to the hospital - right and pay some quack 300 bucks to tell me that I was imagining it all. My mom asked if I looked at my pee to see the stones and I responded with an ewe, no way before telling her goodbye.
I'm only 22 and I had an experience that will make a Marine cry to his mommy and it was caused by my addiction of soda. No more I say. I haven't drank a bottle of my favorite drink since Tuesday and I'm going to see how long I last for.
posted by Maroo at 3:07 AM
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