Trader Joe's Organic Pink Lemonade, that is. In a 2 a.m. trip to the online People's Pharmacy, desperate for relief, I found a tiny comment that lemonade, because of its high citric acid content, has been used by some as a "grease the skids" elixir.
Luckily, I had a half-gone container of the afore-mentioned pink lemonade and promptly guzzled most of it, took a Vicodin, and went back to bed. A couple more trips to the refrigerator/bathroom, a couple unbroken hours of sleep, and voila! The culprit was exorcized. The size of a runty b.b., you wouldn't believe it could cause such distress.
This morning, no more pain, no more need to use the cute little cuppish sieve they give you at the doc's, and a lifelong loyalty to lemonade! Hallelujah, brothers and sisters!
PS. Despite the overnight relief, I am going to continue the antibiotics, just in case, and stay close to home this week, just in case.
6 comments:
Glad you're feeling better! So are you going to Eliot?
I decided to stay close to home instead, Anna, just to make sure. Thanks for your kind words!
Ahh, relief!
Unfortunately one cannot excise kidneys like the gall bladder that was causing me misery in February, and various other dispensable portions of one's anatomy.
I hope you keep on feeling better.
Thanks, everyone. I am feeling tons better today. I just need to catch up on my sleep now!
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