Well, I went back to work today but it was a struggle. Without the TMI, suffice to say, the stone has passed. Let's just hope it doesn't have friends. I thought I knew pain before, but I had no freakin' idea. These last 24 hours have been ROUGH! No meds really cut it and I know I probably should have gone to the hospital, but I really can't stand hospitals and the mere thought of it was stressing me out more. At least one thing about living alone is that no one sees the pain so I can pretend all is fine. Guess it's a double edged sword though.

Today I went to work but pretty much felt like a Clydesdale kicked me repeatedly in the back and gut. I walked like I was about 140 years old but I was there. I worked and tried to get my mind off things by keeping busy. A couple people were sweet and asked about me and seemed like they geniunely cared. Bless them.

I'm feeling fairly stressed about my Xmas shopping again, but my parents have been so sweet and did some running around for me today. I still have a mall trip coming but certainly wasn't able to go last night, nor tonight. There's still time, I guess...I just hate leaving things last minute.

So tonight I stopped at Blockbusters and bought the extended version of Lord Of The Rings: Return of the King. If a little bit of Aragorn-watching can't lift my mood, I don't know what can.