TGIF
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After a long, difficult week at work, Jay and I spent most of Thursday in the emergency room because of his kidney stone attack. By the end of our wait (i.e., before he got meds), he was moaning "Help me . . . Help me . . ." and I was holding him to me and wailing myself. Hard. He's taking meds all this weekend to get him through till Monday, when he's scheduled for a lithotripsy, maybe surgery to follow. Poor guy.
And yes, I did actually use the phrase TGIF. That's how broken down I am.
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After a long, difficult week at work, Jay and I spent most of Thursday in the emergency room because of his kidney stone attack. By the end of our wait (i.e., before he got meds), he was moaning "Help me . . . Help me . . ." and I was holding him to me and wailing myself. Hard. He's taking meds all this weekend to get him through till Monday, when he's scheduled for a lithotripsy, maybe surgery to follow. Poor guy.
And yes, I did actually use the phrase TGIF. That's how broken down I am.
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posted by Anonymous at
1:26 PM
2 Comments:
oh, god. poor, poor, poor, poor lord kibble. i got your text and kept his little kidney stones in my heart the remainder of the week. i hope he's feeling much better. fie, kidney stones! fie, beloveds in pain!
Thank you for thinking of him! And how was the rest of your week?? Report when you have time.
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