Last Thursday walking home from the tube station I started getting this terrible pain in my left back area. By the end of the night I could barely stand and was in terrible pain. Even laying down wouldn't stop the aches from happening. Yeah, it was great. I ended up spending the whole night laying down with wet hot towels in plastic baggies to heat up my back and taking pain pills. The heat helped a bit, but the pain pills didn't. One of the professors here, a saint really, came in and gave me a blessing and then offered to let me use his and his wifes bathtub in their flat for me to soak in. So I did that and felt a bit better, but went to bed soon afterward. The next morning wasn't so bad, so I decided to go to Cambridge... but, like the previous post said a few hours into it I was in a ton of pain again. So Friday night I spent laying down and not doing anything either. I was going to set up an appointment with a doctor here, since our program comes with great insurance, but they weren't open on the weekends. So I dealt with it. Saturday was probably the worst day... the pain started moving from my back to my sides and then down to my lower abdomen on the left side. I stayed home from going to Parliament and missed the huge student demonstration/riot at Trafalgar square that I heard a lot about. Haha. Sunday, I still didn't feel well but I could tell it was getting better. I was able to skype with my family and that was so good. It was nice seeing everyone and laughing. We should do that again. Ok family? Ok.
Umm, I called Monday for a doctor's appointment and then went on Tuesday. Basically my Dr., Dr. MacGreevy was the nicest, cutest old british man ever. He was so nice, sat me down and listened to everything I had to say. Then he had me lay down on those couch-table-things and pushed on my side where it had been hurting. He said that he wasn't sure exactly what I had, but, "my impression is that you had a kidney stone". Actually he used "kidney grit". Yeah he had me pee in a cup for tests to see if it could have been an infection instead of kidney stones. The funny thing here in the UK they didn't take my urine sample from me to drop it off at a lab. They made me do it. I kept laughing because I was walking around this hospital carrying my pee in a plastic baggy trying to find where to drop it off and having to fill out quite a bit of paper work. Haha. Good stuff.
When I left the hospital this beauty met my eyes (yes this is a link in case you can't see it): http://www.
Oh, London. I love you, and your great cars.
No comments:
Post a Comment