About ten days ago, while minding my own business and contemplating how to spend the least amount of money at WalMart, I suddenly felt "That Pain". It was like a knife had been injected into my left side, I started to sweat, and then the pain decided to take up a more permanent residence. This caused all kinds of issues, as I'm sure you can imagine, from no longer desiring to eat, to not being able to sleep, to not being able to sit at work and going from a maximum day of around eleven hours to five and half hours (which also, remarkably, correlated with the time I could exist without a pain pill. Called my favorite urologist who it turns out no longer had me as an active patient, and started the fun process of getting a referral, trying to manage pain that was an unrelenting foe, and then scheduling the CT scans, etc.
But the reason for this blog is I was noticing a weird coincidence in the previous three times I have been stricken with this horrible occurrence. Each time it happened was in the month of September! September 2002 was my first experience, followed by 2006, then 2010. At this point you can imagine my dread that settled on my around the fall season, every four years. But praise Jesus, no more stones since 2010.
Until now.
September 2025.
Pray for me people, please . . .
