I think I am officially rid of whatever horrible thing(s) were taking up shop in my kidney.
I have gone twenty-four hours without even a dose of Tylenol. Twenty-four hours without grimacing at Dan and saying, "it is starting to hurt again." Twenty-four hours without sitting on the floor of the shower, because hot water was the only thing that provided any relief, wondering how I am going to do this for 6 more weeks.
I call that a victory! I am going to keep reminding myself to be aware of how good it feels to feel good.
As I was barely functioning all week, our cabinets and fridge are looking very bare. Poor Dan has done such a great job of coming home and trying to help me after work. The night before last I don't think he even sat down until after 9, doing the dishes, and laundry (10 showers a day requires a lot of towels and wardrobe changes), and cooking a nutritious meal of Hamburger Helper.
So last night he picked up take-out on the way home (with our restaurant budget money - even sick people have to stay on plan).
Springfield cashew chicken in all of it's glory.
I cannot wait to have those leftovers for lunch.
Yesterday my work also had a FREE Thanksgiving meal for all of its employees for lunch.
I love my job. Margaret loved it too.
Thought for the day
Question for the day
Have you ever had a kidney infection or a kidney stone? My aunt told me that her kidney stone was more painful than giving birth.