Sleeping downstairs is amazing. Literally amazing. I woke up at 9 o clock today again...without waking up before 9 o clock...classic. I showers, got dressed, found the directions of the urologist, and left with the Lexus. I plugged in the address of the medical center in the Lexus, and got no response. Classic case of saved by the iPhone. I followed my phone and got there in 10 minutes, which put me 45 minutes ahead of schedule. I checked in, and waited for another 30 minutes until I was seen by a doctor. The real clincher for the whole day was a new game that my brother got me into a long time ago, that I now have on my iPhone. If you have ever played Bloons, then you know. You know how amazingly addictive it is, and how much joy you get from a monkey popping a balloon with a dart, spiked ball, laser vision etc. What a classic game. I played this while I waited today, which was a long time. Waiting for the doctor, waiting for the secretary, waiting for dinner, waiting for going to bed. Its just classic. So after the doctor came in I told her about my symptoms and gave her my Cat Scan CD, and Ultrasound CD, and after scrutinizing these pictures, she concluded that she couldn't say whether or not I even had a kidney stone. Neither the CT nor the Ultrasound showed any stone in my kidney. So then what was the pain in my back, and what was the peeing strainer for? Well, they think it might just be swelling, but more likely than not a kidney stone. They are just hesitant to diagnose because they couldn't spot an actual stone. So after much gray area it was decided that I would be getting another test done tomorrow morning at 730 AM. That is the most garbage thing I have ever heard. This test will show the actual function of my kidney, and not just a picture, so hopefully it will be more beneficial. After I left the office, I sat on a bench outside and played Bloons for another 20 minutes, because I was extremely into my game. I lost that game, and drove to the nearest grocery store for some allergy medicine. I got lost for a good 10 minutes, but found my way and ended up at Giants. I went in and got my over the counter drugs, and walked across the street to eat at noodles and company. It was a mediocrely classic place, with pasta and I was satisfied. I had been gone from the house for about 3 hours now, and I was wondering if they were worrying about me, but there was none for me to call because none answers their phones on the high holidays, so I just took my time. I got home, and everyone had been worried sick about where I was. Classic case of a jewish home. they all interrogated me about the doctors, and why it took so long, and I just told them I was waiting around awhile, which was true, but I left out the noodles and company bit. After the excitement died down, I ate another lunch and then fell into the classic routine. Rested a little, worked a little, played some ping pong, played some cards, and set up for dinner. Tonights dinner was shabbat, the first of the new year, so My aunt gave a little speech. She went around the table praising each person on the year past, and what they might accomplish in the upcoming one. It ended up embarrassing a few people, but hey who cares, it was a nice gesture, and some funny. The rest of the dinner the topic of discussion was about my cousins Paul and Harry who are 22 and 24 respectively. Their cousins, whom I know, Zack and Jeremy, challenged them to a basketball game, and to be arrogant or nice would spot them 9 out of 11 points. A bunch of jokes were directed towards Paul and Harry, but in the end it just got Paul upset. Paul is extremely competitive, like I am, and if someone joked about my skill level in volleyball the way they did at dinner I would've been upset too. But in the end everyone knew it was just a joke. After dinner things winded down real soon, and I basically just sat in a chair and replayed a bunch of high school/ club volleyball games in my head. Boy do I miss volleyball. There is so much enjoyment in that sort for me. The teamwork is unlike any other sport, and the satisfaction is not only pleasing personally, but for your team, and for the people watching. I miss it like hell. Hopefully I will play a bunch when I get home, and you know maybe even in college. I don't want to strictly look for a school just because it has volleyball, but it would be an amazing benefit. I think that about sums up my day, not too much to talk about, but htats how it goes when I'm not on a farm. Anyways to beef this post up I will add some pictures of me on a tractor, at the farmers market, and in the ER, so enjoy. Nighty.
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