1.18.09

I was sick for the past 5 days. Alcohol poisoning? I think it was. My body can only take so much. But I still do it everyday. I'm about due for my third kidney stone. No fun there. I feel the slight feelings around my lower right side of the back. Every now and again, the orange crystals are urinated out. I am prepared.

The first stone hit me from hell. I had no idea what was going on. Maybe my appendix had burst, or possibly my liver gave out. This was 2007. I had the pain in the lower back for 2 days until one night I laid down for rest. I awoke at 3am with the feeling of razorblades in the gutworks. The stone goes from the kidney, into the ureter (tube to the bladder), the bladder and into the urethra. From there, out the old penis. I had cold sweats, paranoia, vomiting (due to the fact that the kidneys are sympathetically connected to the "vomit reflex"), and the greatest intense fear of my life. In the morning when my girlfriend finally woke, I pleaded for help. She did nothing. I always cry wolf, so now I paid for it. I drove myself to the hospital. It cost me $500. I never paid them.

The second stone came in 2008. I was ready, I knew what it was this time. I maintained and held out. I even went to band practice. At practice I expelled the stone. I showed everyone. It was the size of half a dime. They get bigger every time. But nowadays I've limited my animal flesh intake and sodium consumption, which both play a huge role in formation of these ghastly stones. The only problem: alcohol. And don't try to stop me.