I have another kidney stone, roughly 15 months after passing the last one. This one is about 1cm by 5mm -- rather large. I have a ureteroscopy procedure tomorrow to blast it via laser lithotripsy, but I'd rather not have that procedure if I can help it.
So I ran hills, about 60 yards on a steep incline (at least 10% grade, likely a lot steeper) on a local power line grade. Gravel, sunshine, tunes, and sweating out opiates.
A standard KUB makes it appear this is the only stone I'm packing, so maybe this will be it for a while. Next week, after getting the #*!($! stent removed, I will start a 24 hour urinalysis to change whatever needs to change. I hate stents, and I feel for those who have to endure them chronically. Really, really feel for them.
Been weeks since I was in the gym, between my wife's cancer treatments and my stone. There may be some hope on the employment horizon, but I have little time to devote to worrying about it. Next week's problems, I guess.
Prayers to Bob. Hoping for you, brother.
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