It's a Sunday night, I wake for work in about 8 hours, and my entire weekend was pissed away due to this amazing pain that I had up and down my left side... After a visit to my family doctor, which led to a visit to the local ER, which led to 4 hours of wearing a gown with my ass hanging out of the back of it while cruising through almost 2 IV bags of tasty saline solution and encountering more pain every time my wife and I would laugh about something ridiculous (which, trust me, happens alot if you're married to me...) the verdict was clear; my childhood has officially ended, I have kidney stones...
Kidney Stones!?! I can't have kidney stones, I'm nine years old (mentally, anyway...)! So the rest of my weekend was spent drinking so much til I almost vomit (The only difference between this weekend and any other was that no alcohol was ingested in this near vomituous celebration of my failing organs).
So after missing my work sponsored holiday party while spending the night watching nothing of any consequence, I find myself even further away from finding the holiday spirit that was already doing quite a good job of eluding me this year... Don't get me wrong, I have much to be thankful for and happy about. Trust me, I've had a good year. There's just something missing from the holiday season that was always there when we were kids. I want that back....
And on that note, to one and all, I wish you the best of holiday wishes, regardless of whichever holidays you may or may not celebrate. May you all spend fruitful hours with the ones you love, and think fondly of the ones you may not be able to spend time with.
As always, I remain,
Naked Derby