With the fear of offering TMI (too much info), I will tell you that I am NOT going to Eliot Institute this week, having experienced a painful attack of kidney something or other last night and need to stay on the island, close enough to hie myself off to the doc in case the meds she gave me don't do the trick.
Though I'm sad about not seeing the multitudes of friends I was expecting to spend the week with, I'm relieved to know what the physical problem is and that it's not serious---or rather, it only feels serious.
Last night was awful. I barely slept, clutching a heating pad and getting up to go to the john frequently. I figured out some strategies for not having to get up so often and managed a couple of hours between 3 and 4 a.m. Early in the morning, I called the on-call doc from the clinic and he calmed my fears a lot, told me to come into the clinic as soon as I could today, and that I'd live.
By the time the clinic appointment rolled around, I had had a chance to catch up on some sleep and was feeling almost normal when I showed up at the doc's. But I don't want to take any chances on being far from home if it kicks up again, so I cancelled Eliot, notified Eliot friends, cancelled the ferry reservation, and have now started to look for silver linings.
One biggie is that a male friend I like a lot has had a music party scheduled for tomorrow and I was very disappointed that I couldn't go. Now I can, provided I don't have another bout of this stuff.
But I count on Eliot to recharge my batteries for the new church year. Guess I'll have to let that go for now and just have fun.