Beth has vicodin... a different generic than I use, though. She gave me some... it was so cool, we were comparing drugs and I was bitching about only having one left, and she said "Hey, I'll give you one or two," and gave me THREE... I was blushing, I swear, and felt like an idiot but totally happy, she was being NICE to me, she doesn't do that often, it was very thrilling.

Anyway... so I took two of hers, since now I had four. And threw up not that long afterward, the brand seemed to settle badly in my tummy... I threw up again after that, then took a long bath and tried to get some sleep. I woke up the next morning (Saturday morning) with horrible pain and still sick... and went into the hospital.

The results? Yes, Jax is pregnant... and I've another kidney stone. My kidney is filling up with fluid now, fast enough that they are talking about maybe draining it via cutting me open, if I can't pass the stone soon. I don't like that idea, I HATE... gods. I know what it is I hate.

You know my needle phobia? Well you do now. I have a horrible needle phobia. I hate needles, and catheters, and dental visits, and surgery... it's all the same thing. It's not the pain, it's the invasiveness... I hate feeling so completely violated, as if they are reaching in with horrible hurting things and taking away parts of my soul.

Yeah, not all that logical, but... well, it's just me.

Anyway. Where was I? I can't remember... I've got two vicodin in my tummy as an anti-nausia suppository tucked in somewhere else (don't ask) and I am VERY out-of-it now. So I will close this second portion, and hopefully will be back to write more later... I hope... but I can't be certain.

Oh, hey... if you want to cheer me up, sign the guestbook, ok? It's looking pretty barren lately, although thank you to the peoples from cdghost who keep wandering through! You made my day.