Kidney Stones Update

So, tomorrow I go in for yet another lithotripsy. The third time has to be the charm, right? The kidney stone giving me the most trouble right now didn't break up the last time we did this procedure so I am hopeful that it is going to cooperate with us better for round #3.

It's funny how things happen in life and just when you think you are big and brave (because you have to be, once you become a mother), you find yourself wanting to be held and told that everything will be just fine. I guess I felt like we have been so busy lately that I asked Dennis if he could please just drop me off and pick me up at the appropriate times and I thought that I would be OK. He asked me if I was sure and I laughed at him: it is a simple out-patient procedure and I am fine. F-I-N-E.

Then, we were at dinner (surprise: eating at our mexican restaurant) a week or so ago and I asked Dennis if he would come to the next surgery. There's something comforting about knowing that he's there, in the waiting room, not far from me. Of course he said that he'd be there and reminded me that he wanted to be there for the other two rounds of lithotripsy, but I told him not to be.

So, tomorrow will come and go and everything will be easier and better because Dennis will be there.

It's kind-of like when we die and are buried next to each other. I made Dennis promise that we will each have walkie-talkies in our coffin as well as a TV. (1) We need to be able to talk to each other because, yes, we will STILL have things to talk about and (2) who knows how long we'll be down there before going up to heaven so we absolutely need a TV to help pass the time. Helllooo.

Ah-hem. Back to the kidney stones. After the first lithotripsy, I remember asking the Anesthesiologist to tell me exactly what drugs he gave me. He named a few that I didn't recognize and then mentioned Propofol. I looked at him and said, "Not Propofol! That's what they gave to Michael Jackson!" I don't remember as much immediately after the second surgery, but the Anesthesiologist said that I kept saying, "I sell drugs by day and margaritas by night".

My point in all of this is that you shouldn't feel bad for me because Dennis will be with me and we are going to blow this sucker to smitherines tomorrow. And, don't feel bad for Dennis as he is definitely in for some random conversations as he drives me home post-lithotripsy. But, now that I think about it, we have those random conversations everyday already... So, OK, feel bad for Dennis.