I've never like the doctors, not when i was five and smashed my head open on a door frame, not when I sliced my finger open on a cup, and especially not the multiple times I have visited the lovely residence due to my kidneys.
I imagine my kidneys are actually pretty nice, after all they do filter all my fluids for me, and the also detoxify things with all their little nephrons. But i do have to say, Kidneys i would be very appreciative if you stop trying to do whatever it is you are doing. In the past two years i have passed 3 kidney stones, yep, three, and I'm not even old or falling apart or anything. So i guess, this time my kidneys are just really upset, i blame North Korea, High School, and Utah.
And when it comes to my kidneys, the left one, he's a rather peachy, only one kidney stone has he deemed necessary, and for the most part he's the more tolerant of the two. His name is Francis, and overall he's a decent fellow. He just sits there contentedly going through all the fluid i give him, never asking for more, well sometimes he does. He's nice, i like him. I think you would too, if he weren't located inside my back.
Now He has this brother, Ivan, also just so you know, i was having difficulties naming Ivan, and apparently Tazer is good name for a boy, also Zenon. But i settled on Ivan, kind of going along the lines of Ivan the terrible, and Mustang just didn't quite cut it.
But Ivan , i guess you can say he is the troubled brooding sibling. Mostly he's really into hurting me. I don't know if he's trying to make some sort of shank, made up oxalic acid and calcium bonded together in a little star bust of death and dismemberment. Anyways, it's his new favorite thing. You'd think that he would be satisfied after having dropped one of his little bombs on me in the middle of a duathalon, or every time I've tried to go hiking in the past, year and a half, or you know deciding opening week of the musical. But no, he's not satisfied, and the more i try to talk sense into him the worse he gets. This is where North Korea comes in,he doesn't like them at all, and i guess this is his way of protesting, by causing me pain. Ivan, he's very temperamental, anything can set him off into one of his wretched tantrums. I don't appreciate it, and as a result, i get to have a CT-Scan.
I know its actually silly , but CT- Scans sound extremely ominous and oppressive, like I'm condemning myself by having one, which I know is not the case. But still it's one of those things that freaks me out .
So until i have this ominous operation , i will wait, and try to talk my kidneys out of being ridiculous.
wish me luck.
I imagine my kidneys are actually pretty nice, after all they do filter all my fluids for me, and the also detoxify things with all their little nephrons. But i do have to say, Kidneys i would be very appreciative if you stop trying to do whatever it is you are doing. In the past two years i have passed 3 kidney stones, yep, three, and I'm not even old or falling apart or anything. So i guess, this time my kidneys are just really upset, i blame North Korea, High School, and Utah.
And when it comes to my kidneys, the left one, he's a rather peachy, only one kidney stone has he deemed necessary, and for the most part he's the more tolerant of the two. His name is Francis, and overall he's a decent fellow. He just sits there contentedly going through all the fluid i give him, never asking for more, well sometimes he does. He's nice, i like him. I think you would too, if he weren't located inside my back. Now He has this brother, Ivan, also just so you know, i was having difficulties naming Ivan, and apparently Tazer is good name for a boy, also Zenon. But i settled on Ivan, kind of going along the lines of Ivan the terrible, and Mustang just didn't quite cut it. But Ivan , i guess you can say he is the troubled brooding sibling. Mostly he's really into hurting me. I don't know if he's trying to make some sort of shank, made up oxalic acid and calcium bonded together in a little star bust of death and dismemberment. Anyways, it's his new favorite thing. You'd think that he would be satisfied after having dropped one of his little bombs on me in the middle of a duathalon, or every time I've tried to go hiking in the past, year and a half, or you know deciding opening week of the musical. But no, he's not satisfied, and the more i try to talk sense into him the worse he gets. This is where North Korea comes in,he doesn't like them at all, and i guess this is his way of protesting, by causing me pain. Ivan, he's very temperamental, anything can set him off into one of his wretched tantrums. I don't appreciate it, and as a result, i get to have a CT-Scan.
I know its actually silly , but CT- Scans sound extremely ominous and oppressive, like I'm condemning myself by having one, which I know is not the case. But still it's one of those things that freaks me out .
So until i have this ominous operation , i will wait, and try to talk my kidneys out of being ridiculous.
wish me luck.
