I spent the night in the hospital.
More succinctly, I spent Friday night in the hospital -- after I hung out in the emergency room for a few hours first.
It's the Brick again...and kidney stones.
Four in his left kidney (which isn't acting up) -- three in the right one. He passed a big stone Friday morning, then a real hours later, the pain reappeared.
Ever since we got home from Vegas, the Brick has been hurting. He's been able to take sick days to at least rest a little.
I, on the other hand, have commitments.
Good friends who have an insurance agency hired me to mind the store while they're on a cruise. That goes into next week, as well.
I have a big quilt restoration that badly needs to be finished.
Writing deadlines.
Appraisals to do -- especially a big batch of them on Thursday.
And the usual stuff -- but alone, since the Brick is headed out of town most of this week.
Little sleep, and feeling like I'm being pulled in a million directions.
Thankfully, the Brick is feeling better. But what if he gets worse again? (At least he's got meds this time which should help.)
I am hoping that won't happen. Got stuff to do.
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