Cherie Priest

So I went to the urologist yesterday. There, I was duly poked and prodded, prompted to pee in a cup, and generally told that a “wait and see” approach is going to serve me best.

In short, yes, I have kidney stones — more than a couple of them — but the remaining lurkers aren’t very big and there’s a chance they may not give me any further (significant) trouble. Until and unless I pass another one, we’re keeping medication off the table; but we’ll know more in a few weeks, when the results of my next big round of tests come back.

I say “a few weeks” because I haven’t received or filled my kit yet; though it should arrive within 7-10 business days. It’s a totally sexy kit. Everyone will want a kit like this one. Perhaps I’ll set a trend.

The kit in question is designed to help me collect a full 24-hours worth of pee, and then facilitate the shipping of this pee to a laboratory that will give it a full spectrum analysis.

That’s HOT.
Yes. I know.

I think that the Jug O’Pee is supposed to be returned via FedEx, which pleases me greatly. I’ve had nothing but terrible experiences with FedEx over the last couple of years, and I find it delightful that this service will be compelled to tote a big ol’ carton of my urine from coast to coast. It couldn’t happen to a nicer company.

Anyway, apparently it’s somewhat unusual that a woman my age is sporting such a fine and extensive collection of stones, but there’s pretty much no telling what might’ve caused them. It could be any number of things: living in parts of the country with hard water, drinking an excessive (and I do mean “excessive”) amount of whole milk for years and years, downing too much soda, poor diet, etc. Really, I’m sure I’m a perfect storm for this kind of thing. It sucks, but there you have it.

At least — should this happen again — I’ll be armed with a little more information, as well as a bottle of pain pills.

And I suppose it’s worth noting that I feel much better today. I’ve got a touch of that leftover “I spent a couple of days barfing and sleeping off a fever” achy thing going on, but I’ve become so restless that I was forced to get out of the house today — even though it’s kind of a crap day outside.

I didn’t go too nuts or anything. I just went down to the mall to visit with Psynde and do a little shopping. Not a lot of shopping. Just a little shopping. I picked up a swank new pair of jeans and some books, and I got a jump on my Father’s Day goodies, that’s all. But it definitely felt good to be out of bed and dressed.

And now, well. Now I’ve just finished sending off a few pages of notes for a new project that, it is to be hoped, will be well received by the project’s potential publisher; and now I’m going to sit down and start noodling up a few more pages of notes for a sequel to The Boneshaker. I’m tentatively thinking of calling the (unspoken for, yet deeply squeeful to me, personally,) sequel The Inexplicables after a pair of monsters who appear therein, but we’ll see. I might change my mind later on. I often do.

Also, I might make myself a cup of tea.

Have a good evening, everyone.
I’ll be around tomorrow.