I've been having problems with kidney stones. It's a Mullen thing, it's what we do. So naturally, when you have kidney stones you gotta go to the doctor's office. You do this cause those little stones can drop you to the ground. They say that kidney stones can be worse than pregnancy... I've never been prego so I don't know and my pain isn't constantly dropping me but it's there. My sister, Andrea, had them bad when she was about 14. Home girl went into shock because the pain was so bad (holla girl!).
Anyways, I'm sitting in the office waiting room. Let's talk about those for a second. Have you ever noticed that those rooms almost always have a theme? I've seen Winnie the Pooh, golf, California, forest, nasty tack, creepy plastic body parts.... you know what I'm talking about, the awesome room theme. It's like the doctor is trying to lull you into a false since of security... cause you know he is not going to hesitate to stick you with a needle if he has to. Geeze. Well, this time no needles. So the doctor and I are bonding over kidney stones and she's explaining more about stones then I every knew. Basically, my beautiful urethra is 2mm in diameter and I've got a precious little stone that's 4mm.... yeah, pull out that math. And she says that I needs to strain my urine to catch this sucker. So she gives me a strainer and tells me I can go.
Then I have to do this walk of shame through the office and then down the stairs through the waiting room, into the parking lot with this urine strainer. And now everyone knows my issues and knows what I'm going to do with that. Totally judged! So awkward! That's why God gave us purses. Cause you never know who is walking around with a urine strainer in her purse.
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