Mother The Caregiver?

About a week ago, I had some pain in my lower back and I knew that I was going to pass a kidney stone. I won't go into it here since I spent a lot of time documenting my kidney stone experiences over on my Why Oh Why? blog and you can read about it over there.

The pain went away but I was urinating quite a bit of blood a couple of days ago. These are all symptoms that I've come to recognize. I only hope that the process will be easy although generally it is not. (I've had two surgeries and probably passed a dozen or more stones.)

This morning at 4 a.m., I started with pain in my left front that radiated down to the family jewels. It continued to get worse and I began to pace in an effort to help it move. Mother dear was asleep out on the couch so, after a while, I went in on mom's bed and laid face down since that was the most comfortable position. Her routine has been to fall asleep in the den, wake up about 6 a.m. to go to the bathroom, and then wanders in to bed.

At 6, mom came in the room and asked what was wrong and sat on the bed beside me. I explained, and as I laid in pain, she actually started to gently rub my back. I thought that was sweet. Out of concern, she asked if I should contact a doctor. I told her no, that it would go away. Problem is that she kept asking the same line of questions about every five minutes. "Hello? Passing a kidney stone over here," I thought.

I eventually got up at 7 when she shouted about the deer (see post below). I took a pain pill, she went to bed, and I fell asleep on the couch. My pain is gone for now but I know that won't last.
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