Nearly drove off the road a couple times on the way.

Went into her bathroom and passed the most hellish stone ever... gods. Pain. HOrrible, cramping, burning, terrible pain. An hour of it, easily... and then it was done. Then I could move, finally. So I did... I moved enough to get out to the living room and ask Slash if he'd drive me.

We talked about options. Ended up driving to his place - I had hoped that maybe when we got there I'd be feeling better. Be able to drive home. Driving home would have been good... Caleb was there, waiting for me more than likely... but every little bump was agony. I still couldn't see straight. Could barely breath when it got bad. Sitting, shifting my legs, bending at all, it all hurt.

So I curled up on his bed, tried to rest for a little while on the egg-crate mattress, tried to sleep. Managed an hour or two... then got up.

Went to the bathroom again.

Passed a second one. *blinks*

At least this time they're gone. This time, I didn't need the vicodin. This time, there wasn't a week of pain first. Just one night, and today the leftover pain.

It does still hurt. When I sit down, when I shift, whenever my hips move, it's like little evil pokers. THe sadistic Kidney Faries are at it again. I am a poster child for Revenge of the Kidney Faries today, and I do not like it.

Caleb will be along soon, with Deb, to pick me up and get the car home. THis is good - Megan and Slash have seen far too much of me, and it will be for the best if I avoid them for a while... Megan's four-day weekend is coming up and this is ok. She needs time with him, JUST him.

And I've a busy weekend of my own.

Dammit... I hurt. I really had thought that maybe, just maybe, they were over and done with. I'd been hopeful. Looking forward to it. Dammit.

I want to end with some vaguely witty statement, some quick summation of my problems, something funny. Can't think of anything. Oh... thank you for writing, people-who-wrote last night. It was a good thing.

That's all. *shrug*