The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

First, the GOOD
Last night Kyle and I went to Salt Lake for dinner. He took me to the Garden Restaurant, which is on the 10th floor of the Joseph Smith Building. I got Chicken Parmesan, and Kyle got Mahi Mahi (fish). Usually I'm not a big fan of fish (other than tuna in a can) but I tried a bite, and it wasn't bad at all. I think it's just the fishy smell that I don't like so much. We then walked to the Church Museum of History and Art. I've never been there before, but I loved it. I really like looking at all the church history pictures and artifacts. They also keep it very clean there. At one point while we were walking around, I went to pick up an old Indian horn, and didn't realize it was behind glass until a smashed my hand on the window! Kyle thought that was pretty hilarious....I think I'll have to go visit there again. We didn't have a ton of time, so we weren't able to enjoy everything fully.

Now, the BAD.
This morning I woke up around 1:45 with a pain in my side. At first I thought I just slept wrong, but after about 30 minutes, the pain was just getting worse. And although I hate the idea of going to the hospital (especially the emergency room), I just couldn't stand the pain anymore. I wasn't going to go alone, so I tried calling Emma, but as it was now 2:30 in the morning, she was in a deep sleep and didn't hear the phone ring. I then called Kyle, who woke up to his vibrating phone! My prayers were answered!! He came straight over and drove me to the hospital....

Finally, the UGLY!

For those of you who know me, I don't like needles. I don't mind getting shots, but I hate the thought of someone putting a needle in my vein and drawing blood out of my body. It gives me the heebie jeebies! Well, before they are able to give me any medicine for the pain, they have to draw blood. For some reason I thought I would get out of this, because they would see how much pain I was in and just forget about the whole blood-drawing thing. Boy, was I wrong. The first nurse tried - and failed - twice. I started getting tears in my eyes. I couldn't do this anymore. I just wanted the drugs! The second nurse attempted to draw blood from two new veins - and also failed. After these 4 attempts, I start to cry a little. I knew mascara was starting to run down my cheeks. I have pretty low pain tolerance and I hate feeling sick. Kyle sat with me holding my hand the whole time, telling me that "this next one will be it. Definitely. They'll get it". They then got a third nurse. I tried to add some humor with "3rd nurse is the charm" or "5th time's the charm". But no, number 5 is no longer my lucky number. NO...the 7TH time was the charm. So now I have 7 little pin-prick marks in my arms and hands. After that ordeal, I got the pain-free drugs, and went to get a CAT scan. They found a kidney stone, but I actually passed the one while I was there! There are a couple more, but very small.
So today I've been lying around and relaxing. I'm just glad this all happened on a Saturday! I've had all day to recover and I'm already feeling better. Kyle has stayed with me. I think he's catching up on all the rest he missed, too! The medicine the doctor gave me makes me a bit nauseated and drowsy, but at least there isn't any more pain!! Thank goodness for modern medicine. They just need a new way to draw blood....