Part of DS's Christmas present was tickets to a local production of "A Christmas Carol." (This show is amazing. It has been going on for 40 years and has toured internationally.) The tickets were for yesterday's matinee. That was the plan, anyway.
DH and I went to church in the morning - our boys attend a different church and DS1 picks up DS2 every Sunday. Always - always - I check my phone in between service and our life group. Always.
When I finally glanced at my phone, I saw a 2-hour-old text from DS1 saying we needed to go home immediately. He said his brother needed us. While grabbing the hubby, I was frantically texting back asking what was going on. He said DS1 had an awful stomach ache and had stayed home from church.
When we got home, we found his caregiver still there - two hours past his scheduled departure time, bless him. DS was as white as a sheet and grimacing in pain. It took me about 3 minutes to diagnose kidney stones so off to the ER we went.
Six hours later, my diagnosis was confirmed. I refrained from saying "I told you so" to the doctor.
The stone, which is still there, is supposedly small enough to pass. DH had to travel to the next town to find a pharmacy that could fill the prescriptions late on a Sunday night. For now, DS is not in pain and we are praying he passes this thing before Friday's graduation. Or before his last final exam on Wednesday.
This isn't his first bout with a kidney stone - one of the more unfortunate downsides of spending most of your hours in a wheelchair. I don't imagine it will be his last. He's a trooper, my boy. Instead of bemoaning the fact that he missed seeing the show he was looking forward to, he apologized for ruining our plans.
Just need to get through this week ...