Why I'm Not at Church

So, here's the story. Yesterday, I was reading A Tale of Two Cities and I fell asleep. I woke up from a little twenty minute nap and my back was kind of sore. I thought nothing of it and got up to get ready to go hang out with some friends. I took a couple ibuprofen before I left, thinking I had slept in a funny position and cramped some muscles up, and it would go away in a couple hours.

By the time I got to Katelyn's house, I was in some serious discomfort. I got into a comfortable position on her couch and we sat down and watched a movie. Then, around 7, I had to leave to make dinner for a kid I was babysitting. But by the time I got home, it was all I could do to get through the front door and throw myself on the floor. I laid there crying until my parents got home.

(Yes, this is all ridiculously dramatic. But my life isn't usually this exciting, so I'm making this one good.)

So. Parents come home, crying on the floor, etc. They relocated me to the couch with a heating pad and gave me some Tylenol and I laid there for a bit. Then my darling friends came over and sat with me for a while so I wouldn't be lonely. I have good friends. I like them.

A little while after they left, I started feeling better. So I started walking around a bit. Then I did some homework and even played the piano for a while. Then I laid back down. My friends came over again, and about one minute later, I had the absolute most gut-wrenching, excruciating pain in my...stomach? What? It was my back that was hurting. Except that it seemed to have moved to my stomach. At this point, my friends took leave of me, since I was on the kitchen floor weeping and writhing around. My Dad and Mike gave me a blessing, and I slowly started to feel better, bit by little bit.

We decided at some point along the way, when the pain was moving to my stomach and I had to go to the bathroom every two minutes, except that I really didn't, that I was having kidney stones. Someone please explain to me why I'm having kidney stones at the age of 17! At least two women who have had experience with kidney stones told me that it's worse than giving birth, so there's something to look forward to.... Anyway, I crawled into my little brother's bed an hour later and ended up spending the night there because I didn't want to move, and woke up this morning feeling sick, but with substantially less pain.

And that is why I'm not at church today! :)

(I would post a picture of kidney stones, but they're gross and I'm not going to make you see them if you don't want to. Look it up if you get enthusiastic...)

Feeling better,
Kate