Nothing else has changed, just the picture. But it makes a big difference.
Here it is by itself.
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Sunday, April 10, 2011
New Layout!!! (!!!)
So I got sick of using a template picture for my blog, so I took my own. Spiffy, huh?
Nothing else has changed, just the picture. But it makes a big difference.
Here it is by itself.
FYI, the blue book is the Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide, by Douglas Adams, and some random collection of ghost stories I found at Half-Price one day.
Nothing else has changed, just the picture. But it makes a big difference.
Here it is by itself.
Kidneys... Why'd it have to be kidneys?
Hello internet world.
Haven't been posting as much as I like, lately. Been working on school and such. And having some AWESOME health problems. How awesome, you might ask? Well, I'll spin you a tale of my recent issues.
First off, I have a mediocre diet. I avoid fast-food for the most part, but I love my Dr Peppers with a passion. I've also known to drink a few beers every few days or so. So yeah, while I don't sit on the couch and wolf down chips and dips and liters of Mountain Dew (anymore), I could probably be doing better. I have cut back on soft drinks, though. Compared to how I used to drink them.
For the most part, my body usually aches. I never put much thought to it, just chocked it up to being in poor shape, sleeping wrong, or being hungover. When you treat your body badly, it will respond badly. So I would just ignore the sharp pains in my side and the soreness in my lower back. I'm going to be 30 in a few years, so a little pain is natural, I assumed.
That all changed about three weeks ago. Went to piss and DAMN. Pain. Not bad pain. Compared to when I sprained my wrist last year, this was nothing. But it was unexpected and, given the area, very uncomfortable. That's when I saw what happened and came to a conclusion: kidney stones.
Why am I sure of this? Well, there are the symptoms of course. Frequent bathroom visits, pain in my lower back and sides, and... oh yeah, TINY ROCKS in my urine. Figured that last one would be something to look into.
The first week, I just ignored it, because I felt better afterwards, so I assumed I passed them all. Then almost a week later, another attack. I decided to not fall for it again and went to a doctor. Of course, like a faulty lamp that acts perfectly at the repair shop, there was no evidence of stones (I hadn't thought of saving them at the time). Urine was clean, blood-work came back fine, and I even got to have an ultrasound. It, too, was negative. The final test was something called a UVI, and I have not gotten this test yet. I had an idea that might help me skip the test (because tests cost money, and I don't have much). During the next attack, I had the foresight to save them. Don't ask how I got them, it's not worth it. So, happily and armed with evidence, I bring in my bag of rocks for my doctor to look at. That poor receptionist's face when I told her that the nurse just said to drop them off at her desk. She was able to find out who had called me in to drop off the bag, though, and I was able to give it to her directly.
That was last week. And, of course, I went the whole week without any problems. Until today, that is. Another attack. They haven't called me back. I think they're expecting me to get the test. With regret, I think I must go in sometime soon, though I don't have the time. I may just schedule it for Wednesday and get it over with.
Oh, and don't worry. The pain has been very mild. Not zero, but mild. The rocks are very tiny, nothing like the horror stories that you may hear about passing rocks the size of M&M's. The only thing is, there's a lot of them, so it's not fun. Now I get to play Russian Roulette every time I have to go. With a shotgun.
Well, that's about it for this post. I'll be back with more news as it happens.
Haven't been posting as much as I like, lately. Been working on school and such. And having some AWESOME health problems. How awesome, you might ask? Well, I'll spin you a tale of my recent issues.
First off, I have a mediocre diet. I avoid fast-food for the most part, but I love my Dr Peppers with a passion. I've also known to drink a few beers every few days or so. So yeah, while I don't sit on the couch and wolf down chips and dips and liters of Mountain Dew (anymore), I could probably be doing better. I have cut back on soft drinks, though. Compared to how I used to drink them.
For the most part, my body usually aches. I never put much thought to it, just chocked it up to being in poor shape, sleeping wrong, or being hungover. When you treat your body badly, it will respond badly. So I would just ignore the sharp pains in my side and the soreness in my lower back. I'm going to be 30 in a few years, so a little pain is natural, I assumed.
That all changed about three weeks ago. Went to piss and DAMN. Pain. Not bad pain. Compared to when I sprained my wrist last year, this was nothing. But it was unexpected and, given the area, very uncomfortable. That's when I saw what happened and came to a conclusion: kidney stones.
Why am I sure of this? Well, there are the symptoms of course. Frequent bathroom visits, pain in my lower back and sides, and... oh yeah, TINY ROCKS in my urine. Figured that last one would be something to look into.
The first week, I just ignored it, because I felt better afterwards, so I assumed I passed them all. Then almost a week later, another attack. I decided to not fall for it again and went to a doctor. Of course, like a faulty lamp that acts perfectly at the repair shop, there was no evidence of stones (I hadn't thought of saving them at the time). Urine was clean, blood-work came back fine, and I even got to have an ultrasound. It, too, was negative. The final test was something called a UVI, and I have not gotten this test yet. I had an idea that might help me skip the test (because tests cost money, and I don't have much). During the next attack, I had the foresight to save them. Don't ask how I got them, it's not worth it. So, happily and armed with evidence, I bring in my bag of rocks for my doctor to look at. That poor receptionist's face when I told her that the nurse just said to drop them off at her desk. She was able to find out who had called me in to drop off the bag, though, and I was able to give it to her directly.
That was last week. And, of course, I went the whole week without any problems. Until today, that is. Another attack. They haven't called me back. I think they're expecting me to get the test. With regret, I think I must go in sometime soon, though I don't have the time. I may just schedule it for Wednesday and get it over with.
Oh, and don't worry. The pain has been very mild. Not zero, but mild. The rocks are very tiny, nothing like the horror stories that you may hear about passing rocks the size of M&M's. The only thing is, there's a lot of them, so it's not fun. Now I get to play Russian Roulette every time I have to go. With a shotgun.
Well, that's about it for this post. I'll be back with more news as it happens.
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