Percocet is your friend
With an x-ray of my abdomen in hand I went to the doctor this week to get his opinion of Steve's whereabouts. Unfortunately the x-ray was inconclusive and since I didn't have real pain for a couple of weeks, there might have been a chance that Elvis has left the building. Well, today I was informed otherwise when I woke up with some aches which progressed quickly to a where-the-hell-is-the-percocet kind of pain. So apparently I am going to carry Steve around for a while. The doctor wants to see me in a couple of months with another CT to make sure that the stone isn't making himself a permanent home in my ureter. This sucks.
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