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Stoned by a Kidney Or Birthing a Stone...

I have a kidney stone and that's why I'm not writing. Mostly I'm bending forward and moaning when I'm not taking a pain pill or an antibiotic for the infection.

This affliction hasn't hampered my reading - thank God - so I just finished reading the novel, COCKTAILS FOR THREE, by Madeleine Wickham. Very good. Pen name Sophie Kinsella who wrote the Shopaholic books.

As soon as this stoning by the kidney ceases, I'll get back to my writing. Under the influence of all this medication my dreams have certainly created some pretty weird characters. Probably best left in the closet of my mind.

I did finish the new and improved summary for HUNGRY FOR CHOCOLATE and sent it to the publisher. Will keep you posted on my new venture.

Must run- it's time for my pain pill. Tomorrow the doctor will give me the news on exactly how we are going to deliver my body of this precious "stone." Surgery, or lazer or who knows?
I'm busy now thinking of a name.
Do you have a stone tale? How did the birthing go? (I've heard you have to be a little crazy to write. Do ya think?)

Blessings!

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 17, 2010 at 8:22 PM

    I have not birthed a stone before, thank goodness. I hear it isn't the most pleasant of births. I hope everything comes out all right :) Seriously, though, I do hope everything goes okay and that you feel better soon.

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  2. UnknownSeptember 18, 2010 at 10:32 AM

    Good creative post, Barb.Hope I never have to live out your stone ordeal.

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  3. Deb ShuckaSeptember 18, 2010 at 3:11 PM

    Hoping it gets out of you soon and with a minimum of additional pain.

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  4. B. WHITTINGTONSeptember 18, 2010 at 9:47 PM

    Update::: Stone has passed unceremoniously. I am on the mend. Thanks for all your kind thoughts.

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  5. GailSeptember 18, 2010 at 11:14 PM

    Glad you hear you are mending!

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 19, 2010 at 10:53 AM

    I'm sorry you went through this, and I'm glad it got out. I birthed a stone once. I remember lying down and moaning a lot. Then in the final hours I was rolling around on the floor. Yeah, not fun.

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