A friend of mine who has spent considerably more time than me at the kidney stone rodeo gave me a dire warning yesterday that a complete cessation of pain for a week or more may not mean the stone has passed! It may still be lurking. So there’s something for me to think about. Good motivation for me to chug water like a warthog, assuming warthogs chug a lot of water.
The Grand Funk seems to be lifting a bit; I’m cautiously optimistic, and a bout of forcing myself to clean the house for two hours last night was helpful. Tidying is a good panacea for my brain, for whatever reason.
The irony of these things is I know exercise helps, but the last thing I want to do is exercise. Maybe more paddling today? That definitely seems to help.