well the saga continues---a saga that began approximately 6 years ago in my first year at uni. a saga that would commence with my laying on my dormitory floor writhing around in pain thinking that surely i had seen earth's final days--a saga that also convinced my roommate that i was heading toward the light as well--

kidney stones--an unending saga.

last night, my dear readers, was spent on my back at the Royal Liverpool Hospital begging friends, attendings, and anyone who remotely looked like they could pump drugs into me intravenously to do just that. after receiving an oral pain pill, a dose of morphine, and a dose of muscle relaxant, i was still in a lot of pain and probably driving my doctor crazy with my pleas for more.

my gracious friend maurice experienced it all as he was the one who had the great pleasure of driving me to the hospital and when he stopped by to check on me today, i compared it to being like a small child, 'I KNOW ANOTHER DOSE OF MORPHINE WILL KILL ME, BUT I DON'T CARE...CAN YOU PLEASE GET RID OF THIS PAIN?' all of my logic was lost.

it was an interesting night on the ward at Ye Ole Royal. i was holed up with 7 other overnight patients and i found out that native liverpuddlians even THROW UP in scouse. i'm just glad that i was so drugged up that not a lot phased me.

i'm happy to report that i'm at home and resting up. and here's a reminder to the rest of you: drink lots of water, not a lot of pop, try to keep those stress levels low, and get plenty of rest.