Yesterday I did 250 miles and wasn’t feeling too bad – loaded up on ibuprofen. I actually did a 180-mile stint non-stop; which is really stupid as a I should have been stopping for water more frequently. Anyway, that put me within 100 miles of Seattle, so decided to push on. I have a friend here staying with her niece, so there is somewhere to stay. That last 100 was pretty painful, I just took a double dose of ibuprofen and was here by 8:30pm.
I got booked into the hospital at 10 this morning, CT scanned by 11, results by 12…. a 6mm stone, lodged halfway down the tube from kidney to bladder. Docs say chances of passing that on my own are less than 50/50, but if I want I could wait 3 weeks and see if it clears. And do WHAT meanwhile? Be an uncomfortable miserable bastard who can’t ride far and who doesn’t have budget for staying in one place for that amount of time. On the other hand, they can do surgery tomorrow. Recovery should only be a day or so, so in theory I can leave here by the weekend. Seems like the way to go, so wish me luck with getting all those things pushed up into my kidney, via the penis, tomorrow. I’m sure that’s something you want to think about right?
