Yabba Dabba Do Not Move.

I can't breathe.

No, not because I have asthma.

Remember Mr. kidney stone?

Well it's official. 

He is mine, or I am his. 

Whatever.

I have been in and out of severe pain for 8 days nows. 

Saturday morning at 4:30 A.M. I awake in pain and cannot move.

I curl up in a ball with a heat pad and wait out this 4 hour pain session.

Finally, I feel okay about waking up my mom.

She says that is it. Hospital time.

I say..I can't do it alone.

So I bum a ride to Salt Lake, squishing my roomies the whole way (sorry guys!)

and make it home.

The pain has lessened, I just feel really achy but Mom says we should still go.

I get admitted into the hospital, have a scan, an X ray, and watch the Jazz game. 

They didn't even win. :(

This fine looking doctor comes back in and says:

well you have a kidney stone.

It's 5mm big.

and... only half way through.

Halfway? In a week!? 

5mm?

That's almost half a centimeter! 

Being pushed out this tiny little tube inside your body!

He gives me a prescription and tells me to call a Urologist.

In the mean time....

I'm behind in school and furiously trying to make it up!

I also caught a cold.

Wish me luck friends!

I'm in for another loooong week!

P.S. My dad has been calling me "Pebbles" all weekend.

Thanks Dad.