It’s out. Finally.
After several agonizing weeks, that damn kidney stone finally gained it’s freedom. If by freedom you mean it escaped into the sewers, then yeah.
It exited my, er, uh, launch tube early yesterday morning. Glory glory halleluhah!
Some of you may shake your head or say, “Yeewww, do I really want to read about this?” You’re free to read or not read this, but I figure since I suffered in unimaginable torment at the most inconvenient times while this thing decided to slice it’s way out of my urethra, I have the right to write about it. So there.
For the morbidly curious who haven’t suffered a kidney stone and want to know what it feels like, I’ll explain again:
Imagine an elephant covered in razor blades stomping through a small tube from your kidney out of your penis. Or, for you women, imagine giving birth to a seven foot tall knife thrower who is practicing his act while you squeeze him out.
It’s kinda like that.
Oh, and happy new year! Drink lots of water. Trust me on this one.