- Kidney stone went walkabout, landing her in the hospital up in Idaho, where she was visiting my sister Karen;
- Two additional stones found still up in her kidney. All three stones of massive proportions, as kidney stones go;
- Master Blaster kidney stone pulverizer procedure scheduled for one week later, when machine comes back to town (the perils of living in BFE);
- In the meantime, developed an infection due to blockage caused by walkabout stone, which turned into sepsis/septicemia;
- Almost died;
- Released into Karen’s custody after 6 days in hospital;
- Gradually gaining back her strength and appetite (today is Day 5 at Karen’s);
- Not much interested in eating, watching TV, reading, talking on the phone, or getting on the computer (children very worried about that last one, computer-addict that she is);
- Complains about being bored and pissed at her body for betraying her. (Getting better!);
- Master Blaster scheduled for this coming Friday. Sees the doc early in the week to verify she is strong enough to undergo the procedure.
I’m not sure why I feel compelled to refer to her as “my 82 year old mom” any time I write about her. I think I’m just happy the females in my family are long-lived (in general) and she deserves to be recognized for her octogenarian status.
BTW, I just looked it up and I am a quadragenarian, being in my 40’s. Doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it?