*Warning: not for those who are easily queasy...
My in-loves are visiting for three glorious weeks! YAY!! LeRoy's 'parents' arrived on July 1st. The next day, July 2nd, we visited the Burg Eltz and Cochem Castles, sent Eli off to a week-long camp in Switzerland, and July 3rd set out for a 4th of July weekend in Paris. Which I'll blog at some point. Really, I will... (Boy, do I ever have a story to tell you!)
I awoke to the sound of pained utterances from LeRoy at 4 AM on Monday. My sweet husband was writhing in pain while holding his side.
"It's that same pain again, Sharon. I think it's my kidney." Well, I prayed and prayed and prayed until (evidently) I felt quite a peace about the matter as I prayed myself right back to sleep thinking all was well again. I found out later that he had thrown up several times before collapsing in exhaustion. (I know, as of now, I'm most likely not at the top of your list of people to call when you're ill...)
He was feeling much better when he awoke later that morning and though we were going to do a little more sightseeing, we thought better of it and headed home. Praise the Lord! LeRoy was pain-FREE for the duration of the drive home!!! However, no sooner did we arrive home when the pain returned -- this time lingering and getting progressively worse. We waited it out through the night until the next day when all the vomiting he was doing and him looking like death warmed over signaled we needed to head to the Bitburg Krankenhaus (hospital).
I dropped him and Uncle Jake off at the front entrance and by the time we parked and found him inside, he was already smiling and being his silly self again -- all those happy drugs on board!!
So, he's staying at the Krankenhaus, getting pain medication as necessary, has one very inflamed kidney, and a kidney stone almost as big as a marble attempting to pass through to the bladder. Tomorrow they'll shockwave it to break it into small particles and our prayer is that this will be the end of kidney stones forevermore.
God is good, all the time. All the time, God is good!!
(No, I haven't overlooked the fact that I'm not the one in pain! Oh, Lord! That I might grow up and mature and learn to praise You -- instead of curling up in the fetal position and begging to go Home -- when I'm the one in pain!!)