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(sick)
This was a rough day.
After a sectional meeting at work, about 9:30, something just started to hurt in my stomach. A lovely combination of pain and nauseas, and I was heading home pretty soon.
The pain just increased and I had the thrilling experience of puking on 111th St between the LRT and my flat. I?m sure the uni students were very impressed.
Eventually my aunt took me to the hospital and, probably because I looked like I was about to pass out in the waiting room, they got me in pretty quick and hooked-up to an IV with morphine, which put me under pretty soon. I seem to remember seeing a really cute dog walking around, so the second shot of morphine must have been worth it.
One cat scan later, one kidney stone found. So, I expect to be toast for the next few days, drinking lots of tea and juice. And probably one or two CSI shows as well.
At least I didn?t slice-up my knees again?