Yesterday, I found out was diagnosed with a kidney stone. After researching my newly found ailment. it sounds like the end is near. Or even better, paradise is in clear sight. But before I get there, the stone must take its journey out of my body.
Rewind a week, I was set out to do my weekly scheduled long run, a 13 mile route on a cold yet clear Saturday morning. I was pacing and running well despite the weather, up until about the 3 mile mark, approximately 30 minutes in. I felt a stabbing pain in my back that instantly stopped. This was a special pain, I have never felt anything that made me stop running. So I stretched it out, walked a bit, and tried to run again with no success.
Disappointed, I walked to the nearest bus station feeling defeated because I was unable to do my run. When I arrived home, I did a salt bath, used a foam roller to roll out the back pain and rested. A couple of days, the pain subsided so I decided to continue working out and running.
On Friday, I was walking heading home after a meeting, this was during one of the worst winter storms Toronto has received in a couple of years. I got home and felt the stabbing pain again and thought, this winter is killing my back. I once again did a salt bath and relaxed.
Yesterday morning, I could not get out of my bed, I was in pain. Now I am thinking, this is not a back issue, there is something internally wrong with me. With that, I head to the closest walk in clinic, which is typically a 5 minute walk and I drive there due to the pain. Quick assessment of the symptoms, the doctor says, it sounds like you have kidney stones, but let’s do a urine test to confirm. CONFIRMED.
Initial shock, denial, and acceptance, I have arrived here, to document my rock journey. Being a half-full person, I take this as an opportunity to say – things could be worse. But it does seem, it will get worse until the rock completes its journey.