It is raining.
The cat is curled up on the corner of the bed. Asleep.
I am not.
I have a few things on my mind.
I should not have eaten teriyaki last night.
I am trying not to think about being thirsty.
No water after midnight.
It's only one.
Long way to go till I can drink water again.
Pretend I am lost in the desert.
The rain teases me.
Water. Water. Water.
Louise L. Hay, the holistic health guru, says in her book, Heal Your Body,
that kidney stones are "balls of unexpressed anger."
Gee. I didn't know I was so angry.
I've lost count of how many kidney stones I've had in my life time.
My first was thirty-five years ago when I was eighteen.
I'm having lithotripsy at eleven in the morning to dissolve all that "unexpressed anger. "
To pulverize it with up to 300 electrical shocks to my kidney.
I think therapy is less painful
but I guess calcium is harder to crack than the psyche.
An iceberg sank the Titanic.
A tiny stone can bring you to your knees. Ask Goliath.
None of us is unsinkable.