This is going to be brief (I suspect) in addition to being late (already).  I have an appointment for an X-ray this morning to follow up and see if the kidney stone has passed, which I hope it has.  So, I’m going to the office late, and writing this‒well starting this‒as I wait for my ride to the hospital to get the study done.  I don’t expect to finish it until afterwards, but who knows?

I wonder whether the little app thing for the hospital system will give me the result of the X-ray when it is read, before I see the urologist.  That would be kind of cool, actually.  I like being able to review my labs and radiology reports without needing the priestly intervention of the physicians, especially since I am one, though no longer in practice.

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Okay, I’m done with the X-ray, which went very quickly.  They seem to be a very well-run place over there.

It’s terribly frustrating that I have to quick duck into the restroom at every full stop (and even some commas).  There’s just a never-ending sense of urgency, probably because of the stent in place and the thread that goes from it to the outside world, and I don’t want to ignore it, of course, because the last thing I want to do is create circumstances for more kidney stones.

It’s a bit of a negative nostalgia situation, as well.  I was the youngest of 3 children (well…I still am) and I tended to have to pee a lot, certainly more than anyone else in my family.  So I ended up having to hold my urine in much more than did my peers*.  Not that people were unkind (though my sixth grade teacher gave me the nickname “Straight Pipes” which is somewhat unkind, I guess, but I took it as affectionate teasing).  But it just means that I have quite a lot of nonspecific memories of desperately trying not to wet my pants while waiting for, for instance, the family car to get somewhere I could use the restroom.

I don’t know, maybe that tendency has something to do with ASD.  I wonder if it could be some sort of sensory sensitivity.  I’m probably overthinking it.

Anyway, this’ll do for now.  Sorry for the delay, and please have a good day.

*Sorry, I couldn’t resist.