Slept like a baby last night—woke up every ninety minutes screaming.
In case you missed my “accidental missionary” blog yesterday, here’s the story. . .
At 8:05 Sunday morning, while making final adjustments on my sermon, I was stabbed in the gut with a giant Rambo knife. Then someone started twisting it. At least that’s what it felt like.
By 8:30 a.m. I was racing to Medical City ER, where I would spend the next seven hours. They wanted to admit me, but Joey B helped me escape. I prefer to suffer at home.
Kidney stone.
ER doc said it was a half cm, but it felt like a sea urchin or a bowling ball.
Many of you know that I handle pain like a baby. Jack Bauer could get me to talk in ten seconds. Glad I was not around during the Inquisition.
I don’t have the vocab to describe the pain, and all the words that come to mind should not be blogged by a pastor, on a Sunday.
Thx to all who prayed for me. Please don’t stop. That sea urchin shaped bowling ball is still in there torturing me as it tries to get out.
A friend called when he heard I had a heart attack or something like that. I got a good laugh out of that one. And discovered that laughing increases the pain by ten.