Being the positive thinker, I make it my position in life to take stress and adversity and make it work for you. So last night, as I sat curled in fetal position trying to pass this damn kidney stone. I started considering names for it. I was wide awake at 3:30 am and feeling tipsy from the percocet, so why else wouldn’t I be naming my kidney stone? I spent so much time and effort trying to get the stone out that it deserved a name really. Lucifer came to mind. I sat next to Miles who provided a great pillow after a few hours of agony. The name Stone Phillips came to mind. I laughed because in no way was this stone boring like the tv newsman. This stone had proven to be elusive to the point of trickery. After an xray and an ultrasound came up clear, the doctor is sure it’s hiding somewhere. Perhaps I should name it Sly Stone. This stone surly doesn’t depict beauty or perfect roundness, so Pearl is definitely out. So night has fallen and I get ready for another possible bout of pain tonight. Pain seems to like darkness. Tomorrow, I will be at the whim of doctors as they explore for trouble. Scopes, tubes and drugs will hopefully resolve this once and for all. I hope to wake up and meet my stone after we have long waited this day. I may have a few choice words to say to it. Regardless of the pain it has caused, it’s another life experience to shake off and make you realize that you really do have it pretty good most of the time. But for now, I think of the picture above and it seems all too real. I knew when I took it, that someday it would have relevance in my life. Sure enough, life imitates art.
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