Well I’ll try to finish my story now:
Thursday morning came along and I was starting to feel the Throbbing pains again, thankfully, the IVs saved me again. About when 9:00 comes along, the Doctor with no personality came in and told me that his two surgery appointment’s had been canceled, and I was next in line. So he drew on my tummy and put the whole hair net on me, and I had asked the Doctor a few questions, paranoid at that, being my first surgery and all, and had told me “Don’t worry about it, of course it’ll hurt, but it’ll be OK, just let me do my job and get it over with!” I was like “WHAT?!” What kinda Doctor doesn’t answer questions before Surgery? This Doctor had upset me to the point of no return. He had put me under, and I had woken up about three hours later with my Daughter there by my side. The Doctor came in again and explained the procedure I went through, telling me that he put a stint in my kidney so it could drain out the infected fluids, and so it could help the Kidney Stone pass on its own, which he said there was a 50/50 chance that would happen. So he had told me to go home later, take my medicine as prescribed, and return next Monday to get the stint removed and hopefully laser the Stone to break it up into little pieces so it’ll pass if it already didn’t. So I went home, happy as can be because I had finally found out what was wrong with me.
Guess I’ll try and finish this later, kids are hollering for me to fix dinner, ugh!