Day 22/ 23

I woke up still kind of loopy.  What happened was that in the middle of the night my back started to hurt again, so I took a Vicodin.  I felt a boat load better in the morning though, nothing really hurt, and I was actually hungry.  I went to the kitchen and made myself some toast with jelly, nothing too serious.  I went and sat next to Kent who was plopped on the couch watching television.  I ate my toast cautiously as to not drop any crumbs on the ground.  I felt worse, and worse about my condition because I didn't want to inconvenience Will or Kent anymore than they needed to be, which was a joke because they had a lot more coming there way.  I futzed around for a while, and didn't do much, and then it was about lunch time.  I do remember though that this is when it started hurting me to go pee.  This was the first time that it was painful  to go to the bathroom since I was diagnosed yesterday morning.  I wasn't sure if it was a big deal or not, so I asked Kent, and he told me that I was in the process of passing the stone.  The bad news was, that the bathroom pain wouldn't stop until the stone was finally out.  It was around 2 o clock when I played with the idea of taking another Vicodin.  I wasn't sure if that would make my stomach upset or not, and I did have pain in my back and in my urethra.  So I popped the pill.  In a short while I was feeling great, no pain,  but a little drowsy.  I decided to take a nap.  Laid down, opened a book, closed the book, and fell asleep.  When I woke up it was around 430/ 5 o clock and I wasn't feeling all that great.  I called home, checked in ( by this point I was calling home a good 5-9 times a day...classic ), and then immediately went to the bathroom to throw up.  I guess my stomach is not a good host for Vicodin.  As soon as I left the bathroom, Kent called up Hey Max dinners ready!  Yea, I think I am going to pass on that Kent, thanks though.  I hung out in my room for a little, until the shock subsided.  I went down a little later that night, and watched X- Men First class with Will and Kent.  i actually really enjoyed the movie because I love watching the buildup of a character.  And this was basically a preface to the X- Men movie that came out awhile ago.  I love seeing things in different perspectives.  So, after my stomach went back to normal, I opted out of taking any more drugs that night.  I went to bed with a capsule free stomach.  I woke up the next day feeling great.  Extremely hungry, and basically pain free.  I still had a little ache, but nothing near Vicodin worthy.  thank goodness.  I hung out in my bed for awhile, heard Kent turn on the TV, watch for 30 minutes, then go out and check on the pigs.  I felt weird not being able to work.  Technically I was still sick, and of course I couldn't work but I felt bad because I looked fine.  I acted normal.  I was walking OK.  I just felt like I wasn't contributing to the volunteering compromise.  I wasted some time watching TV, and reading some more, and then it was about time to go to my Ultrasound.  Of cousre Kent was taking me, which I felt bad about, but someone had to do it I guess.  We made some stops before hand, and then he dropped me off at the ER to get a lab report that my dad wanted just for the analysis.  I walked in and happen to ask a lady who barely spoke english at the information desk where I could get a lab report.  She had absolutely no idea what I was talking about, and sent me to the radiologist desk.  The radiologist sent me to the main Hospital desk, who then sent me to the information desk.  classic.  I asked the same lady the same question and this time she led me to the medical records room, where I had to fill out a form to obtain my lab report.  After I got my report I had about 30 minutes to kill before Kent was done with whatever he was doing.  So i sat down in the waiting room, and played on my phone for awhile.  I had to go to the bathroom, but I remember kent telling me that I need to have a full bladder during my ultrasound.  After thinking about it for a few minutes I convinced myself to go pee then, and cart drinking copious amounts of water mountain water.  Turns out later, that the nurse who gave me my ultrasound said she didn't see any fluid in my urethra...classic.  But before that all happen, in the waiting room of the ultrasound office was a classic boisterous redneck about 70 years old.  I sat next to him, and after staring at me a couple times debating whether or not to say anything he spat out So what you in here for, as if we were sharing a jail cell.  I told him about my kidney stone and he looked off into space for awhile and said Yea I think I had stone bout 30 some years 'go.  All my doctor tol me to do was drink beer. Beer beer beer.  Logical aint it?  Yea I guess it does make sense, not that you say it.  silence.  Logical aint it? Yes,  yes it is. Haha.  Max, they will have you in room 3 now.  Alright.  I went to the room took off my shirt, and she applied warm, very warm goo to my pelvis region and both my kidneys.  The warm goo felt very awkward, but I would rather have that than cold goo I guess.  I asked why it was warm, and she said because no one likes cold goo.  go figure.  I left the ultrasound, and Kent I and went to subway for lunch, where I thought I ate my footlong sandwich extremely fast, but I looked at Kents' and he was looking back at me waiting for me to finish...classic.  I got another prescription pill to help me pee, and then I bought some cookies at the market and it was time to head back to the farm.  I was suppose to be leaving wednesday morning, but it turned out I wouldn't be leaving until Wednesday night. yay, another day for me to do nothing, and feel bad.  On the way home Kent told me that the squeak I had caused in the JD was actually a bent axle that cost 720 dollars to fix.  Uh, I don't know what to say.  Wow, that is a lot of money.  I told my parents and my dad wasn't to fond of paying the money, only because it was there liability, which was true, but my mom thought we should at least pay half, which sounded reasonable as well.  I dropped the idea on Will, who told me to drop the idea on Kent, who told me that they would talk it over.  I felt bad enough for laying around the house all day, but that news really threw me off.  I basically hung around for the rest of the day and switched from computer, to TV, to phone, to computer.  So yea.  Nighty.