
Once I got to the hospital, I thought the pain was under control. The doctor asked me repeatedly if I needed something for the pain and I kept saying no. Not 3 minutes after he left, I started to have the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. I told Quinn to go find the doctor and tell him I wanted pain medicine ASAP. So they hurried and got my IV in and gave me something for the nausea and the pain and then they gave me morphine and I started to fill a lot better. Anyway, turns out I have a kidney stone. They did a CT scan to see where it was and I guess I'm close to passing it. They sent us home after a few hours with a prescription for pain medicine and a caution against drinking soda. As soon as the nurse started to talk about how soda can cause stones, I wanted to shut her up. I knew that now Quinn would never let me drink soda again. But of course it didn't stop him. On our way home from the hospital, he stopped and got some lunch and ordered an extremely large root beer and then taunted me with it the whole way home!