Well folks, I just got back from the hospital after being gone since Thursday. As the five of you who pay attention to me knew, I've had kidney stones that have been hell on me for a long time. I'll give you the whole scoop... Tuesday/Wednesday: They know I'm going in thursday, and they want to do one last test that involved some weird x-rays. My preparation for it? Clean out my bowels! So tuesday night I had to drink some weird drink (which tasted like buttt) effectively cleaning my bowels to oblivion, and effectively made me miss the Further Seems Forever concert. Wednesday was the test. Some discomfort, not alot to report there. Thursday: Surgery. I wake up at 5:00 am so I can be there bright and early for surgery. After waiting a while here and there, at 7:30 I go in to the operating room. They say It'l last 2 hours, and I'll be gone in a day. I wake up at about 6:30 pm, and they said "congradulations, you made it out of 9 hours of surgery" Which I replied with lots. of. vomit. Anesthesia is hell on me. I puked several times that night. Eventually I just puked out plain bile. The surgery was awry. The plan was to go through near my belly button and enter my kidney like that. Bad idea, cause my kidney was too inflamed there and they couldnt reach the stones. They finally decided to go through my side as the last resort, which was the only way. Thats the reason that made me stay there several days, because of the several layers of sensitive tissue they cut through. It's also the reason I still have 2 tubes coming out of my side that will remain here for 2 weeks (which prevent me from doing alot....like going to school..hehe). If they had gotten everything through the belly button plan, there would have been less tissue torn, thus less tissue to heal and I would have been %100 by now. Friday: No more puking, but I'm feeling so much pain. They hopped me on morphine which controlled alot of the pain. It hurt to pee. Really badly. And its bloooood red. One of my nurses (who is a woman) had one of the manliest mustaches I've ever seen. Grossssssssssssss. I watched the UN address. The TV has about 50 channels. 30 were news channels. Gah. Saturday: This day was alright. I actually got out of bed, and sat in a chair! Big problem though. My bladder had filled with so much urine it had overflowed and I was going through spasms, which is -the- most intense pain I've been through. I was screaming. So they stuck a catheter in me, which for the unacquianted, is a giant tube they shove up your peepee hole to drain your pee. That hurt (fella feel for me here). My sister visited and took all the attention towards herself, and then ate all of my food. Sunday: I'm feeling alot better, almost enough to walk! I layed in bed for the first half of the day, doing whatever. No more catheter! YES!!!!! Today I wasn't in alot of pain, but I was feeling really lonely. I had some relatives visit...but the lack of peers visiting me was nil (other than my cousin..a good pal). I was so lonely and feeling pretty emotional. 'Twas a sad day for me. That evening I was feeling much better. Rumor had it I'd leave monday. Sweet. I can eat whole food again. That night I had a strange revelation. Maybe it was the Tylenol #3 in me, or the adult swim on cartoon network, but I was feeling like a million bucks. A new me emerged. A new me that wanted to jam on guitar and make love to several women. I have alot of new ideas for songs and my fear of asking out women is almost totally gone. I had felt God. Monday: I feel like a million bucks. I get up and I walked for the first time since thursday morning. They say I'm fit to go and I do. Now here i am typing this. sorry I couldnt go as in depth as i wanted...but im feeling woozy and I think i'll spare you guys some of the crap i went through. I'm Back.