I apologize for lack of posts. Our family flew in from Ireland and I took the kiddos to NY to meet them and spend a few days. On arrival back home I awoke at 2 am thinking Husband was stabbing me in the flank out of rage at having pink crown molding. Alas, it was a wee kidney stone, which was to terrorize me for a week. I didn't feel like blogging, knitting, or doing anything - and with a houseful of guests staying in bed is just the worst. I'm now feeling like Pink again and up running around, knitting, hosting houseguests and preventing Junior from pulling the tail of our new kitten, KitKat, which Juniorette got for her birthday.
If I were a urologist, I would hang pictures of these crocheted stones on my waiting room walls. They're so much better than the labeled diagrams of the male urinary tract. I wish urologists would think outside the ureters a bit more. I think they should offer humor and optimism to people who are in pain or know that they're about to have the kidney stones agitated right out of them, industrial dryer style. It might also lighten the blow for females being prescribed Flomax, which I thought was strictly for the prostates, but apparently helps kidney stones along the river, too. It's sure is great to drive up to CVS to pick up one's Flomax.
What medicine are you waiting for?
Mumble mumble to the cute pharmacy tech.
What? Could you speak up, Miss?
Raised eyebrows. Ok, can you spell your name?
The indignity of it all. I'm sure I'll get major spam from the prostate people now that I've named Flomax and Prostate in one sentence. I'm sure to become the leading Pink Prostate Blog, you just watch.