Minnesota Twins catcher Joe Mauer has also suffered from kidney stones. When asked about it he stated, "I don't wish that on anyone."
"For the next three days, I'd go to the urinal and not pee, and by the time I left work and drove to the doctor's office, the pain had me duck walking. The doctor felt my back and said, "You need to get to the hospital or you're going to lose this kidney."
A few days later, I called him from the bathtub where I'm sitting in a puddle of piss and blood, drinking California champagne and popping Vicodins. On the phone, I tell him, "I passed my stone," and in my other hand is a nine-millimeter ball of tiny oxalic acid crystals, all of them razor-sharp."
I've been in an enormous amount of pain and the vicodins aren't doing the trick. I've actually worked and lived with pain throughout my artistic career and i'd seriously be a better artist by a million miles if I wasn't crouching over in pain all the time and so compromised. It's actually more painful to read bloggers insinuate that I am a slow artist while I'm lying the floor in a fetal position grasping at my gut and groaning and pleading to the gods.
The good news is that I'm flying through the final Local work as fast as I can and The New York Four looks better than I could ever imagine. I just hope I can finish it! But it appears I'm going to have to get some kind of surgery. So if you ever want to know what it's like to push a marble through your special little friend, well, keep reading my blog. Why? Because who doesn't love to read other people's pain blogging? Fun!
I'm not begging for sympathy, just your money. My Make a Donation, Get Art is still open. I'm not sure, but I've heard that doctors cost money. Make a donation, get some art. Sweet magical art.
And don't email me and tell me your uncle passed one and he said it was 10 times worse than child birth. I'm still slowly transitioning out of the denial stage.
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