Poor Hen called me in tears the morning of Wednesday, March 12th from Wendover. I honestly thought someone had passed away. But it was from pain not grief. So he somehow drove an hour from Wendover, and our roommate Val jumped in the car with me to meet him half way so that I could take him to the hospital. He was in pain for a really long time. Even when we got to the hospital he had to wait even longer for pain meds. They did a cat scan and sure enough he had a 2 mm kidney stone. He was not a happy camper, but luckily I believe he passed the stone mostly that weekend that he stayed home.
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