I woke up in brutal agony.
The right side of my back was absolute murder.
At first, I thought it was food poisoning, but club soda didn’t help.
We went to the hospital, and I waited for two hours in the waiting room, moaning and crying.
Eventually, the doctor saw me, asked me for my symptoms, and said “Probably kidney stones.”
So, they hooked me to an IV, put some painkillers in the drip, and cat-scanned me.
I’d already passed the first stone, but the second stone was brutal.
If I ever donate a kidney, it’ll be the right one.