Me.
I had my first (and hopefully last) kidney stone for Memorial Day weekend…which also happened to be my birthday. Indescribable pain. Two nurses that have had both kidney stones and children say it hurts worse than childbirth. Could be. At least labor pains come and go; kidney stone pain is constant…and you don’t even get to have a kid afterward.
They did the CAT scan at the hospital and said it would probably pass. Two days later, it hadn’t passed, so they had to go get it. They did something so evil to me that I won’t even describe it. Suffice it to say, they went inside and got the stone, but they didn’t need to make any incision. Peeing afterward was very unfun. AND, they had to leave a “stint” in me so the ureter wouldn’t swell shut. Five days later they removed the stint, and I was awake for that. Oh god. They said I might feel some “pressure” when the scope thing had to pass throught the sphincter. Uh huh. I guess “pressure” in medical terms means “it feels like the flames of hell have taken up residence in your bladder.”
A couple more days of painful, red peeing. Marvelous.
But now I’m all better, so I go back to work. The boss calls. I’m going to be laid off June 29th. Oh, joy. At least I’ll get a decent severance package. I was getting bored with that job anyway, and, as a “displaced worker,” I can get some expensive retraining in order to find a better job.
Which brings me to my final point…
I have been laid off twice in my life. Once in 1987, and once in 1991. Anyone recall who won the World Series those years? Yep, the Minnesota Twins. They’re doing pretty good this year, and it seems like they might have another shot at it.
Seattle has basically won the Western Division already, Minnesota and Cleveland will head up the Central Division, and Boston and New York will keep each other’s records mediocre.
So, place your money on the Twins, folks. It’s a sure thing.
As for me…fuck it. I’m going camping.
