In the past when I’ve taught my Audio Technology 101 class, a favorite paper topic for the physics/audio tech/science majors is Extracorporeal Shockwave Lithotripsy (ESWL). They really like to write about what can go wrong with the procedure. As you can imagine, this didn’t help my state of mind yesterday. Neither did the fact that the anesthesiologist needed to change the plan to accommodate my other health issues so I couldn’t receive any sedation until I was in the O.R. and wired to every machine in the universe. I’m pretty sure someone was using my brainwaves to charge their ipod.

I survived, but damn do I need more painkillers. We won’t know if it really worked for quite a while, but at least I have new things to complain about. I do know they crushed up the stone (which was 1.3 cm) enough that it’s no longer big enough to make a necklace out of, which is almost disappointing. (I’m completely kidding. That’s not even funny).

John, my nurse, felt bad I had to be alert in pre-op so he gave me a hot pink IV port to cheer me up. That was nice. The anesthesiologist held my hand from pre-op until he put me under, which sounds creepy, but really wasn’t. I don’t think.

Later maybe I’ll have Rania take pictures of my bruises. I have all these lacerations, too, because I’m clearly such a delicate flower. Again, something new to complain about.

I’ve been too out of it to watch any of the DNC hooha, and we had a power outage so Overlord didn’t record any of it for me. That’s ok. That’s why we have the Internets. I’m much happier laying in bed catching up on back issues of Runner’s World, anyway. I figure reading about running is almost as good as running. And much better than running for office.