I thanked him. I certainly couldn’t have asked for a nicer, more sympathetic person to have to deal with at the ER.
I went home, set the alarm for eight A.M. and collapsed. When the alarm went off, I dragged myself out of bed, shaved, showered, dressed, had some juice and cereal, and was back at Stafford General at nine A.M. where I found Frank looking pretty chipper.
After we had kissed, I asked how he felt.
“Except for where I bumped my noggin, I feel great!”
“How could you feel great? You didn’t pass the stone, did you?”
“No, ‘fraid not. But as the doctor explained to me, stones can float. Apparently mine floated up into a wider portion of the ureter. When that happened, the pressure went away, and the pain along with it.”
“So what happens now?”
“Tomorrow they’re going to put in
