...and very aggressive herd of Velociraptors.
I think that's what the sneaky, mean dinosaurs on Jurassic Park were called.
And I think a bunch of dinosaurs is called a herd, but I'm not totally certain.
Whatever they're called, I want them out of me...NOW.
Or sooner, please.
The ongoing journey through non-stop kidney stones has degraded to other, even less amusing, things.
I thought I knew a thing or two about chronic illness and pain, but apparently not...
These dinosaurs seem determined to inflect their sharp claws and teeth on nearly every square inch of my body...
(of which there are many...sigh...)
I switched to a new 'Diagnosic' Primary Care physician. He's kind of a 'Dr. House' guy without the Vicodan habit...I hope.
He's being almost as aggressive as the Velociraptors who have decided to inhabit my kidneys, throat, hands, teeth and bones.
I am being tested, poked, prodded, scanned and seeing a lot of specialists.
For now, we've cancelled our trip to Ireland awaiting medical answers and the quick sale of the herd of Velociraptors.
In the meantime, though, I wanted to offer a little update on what's happening here...
Hopefully there will be many answers in the next few weeks.
And while I'm waiting I just wanted to thank you all.
It's humbling to be on the receiving end of grace...
Bless you for your prayers and positive thoughts.
If you see my ad for the quick sale of vicious dinosaurs on Craigslist...don't buy them.
They are really, truly not very nice creatures.