I hurt. I'm going to be sick any minute. I am patiently awaiting the birth of yet another kidney stone and I want to scream. I feel like I've been stabbed by a dull red hot sword and it is now being twisted just to give it that extra special umph. I don't like this. I want my mommy and I want to go home. OK I am home but you know what I mean, right? I feel like such a child, crying and carrying on. Kidney stones are not going to kill me. I know what to expect and I know there are more in there just waiting to jump out at any moment. You'd think I would be able to just deal with it. I have an appt w/ the urologist on the 23rd but that doesn't help me right now. I can't even decide if it would do meany good to go tothe ER.