This week was a nightmare. My stomach and abdomen swelled up like I’d swallowed a beach ball, and by Saturday, I was convinced I had a blocked bowel. Armed with laxatives and stool softeners, I fasted for three days, expecting the bloat to vanish. Nope. Barely dropped a pound, and now I’m back to 195—or more—thanks to fluid that won’t quit. I felt like Violet Beauregarde, minus the gum.
Wednesday brought answers: an X-ray revealed an 11mm kidney stone jamming the tube to my bladder. Online forums screamed “emergency!” My doctor seemed worried, but the urologist? She shrugged it off. No CT scan ordered, no urgency, just me chasing voicemails as offices closed Friday. I’m not convinced it’s just a stone—something feels off. We’ll see.Then, the pharmacy didn’t have my meds. My doctor snapped, “We don’t do narcotics!” Relax, I’m not chasing a high—I’ve got a boulder in my kidney. Thankfully, a Costco pharmacist stepped up and got it done. Hero of the week.
