I went to Joan’s place to cut her grass. I’d missed last week while suffering through my kidney stone fiasco and I needed to get back on track with my side jobs.
Pushing the hand mower was not a problem, but when I climbed on the tractor for the bulk of the cutting, I felt each bump and jolt in my abdomen and urinary tract. It was quite unpleasant, but I knew I needed to get through it…and I did.
I returned home and spent most of the remainder of the evening on the sofa. It seems to be my only comfortable position, but I’m sick of it. The stent is due to come out in a week and maybe then I’ll feel normal again.
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