The good news is that my husband passed his kidney stone about 11:00 pm Saturday. He’ll see the doctor again on Tuesday and I think at that point they’ll decide what to do, if anything, about the stones still up in his kidneys. He’s still kind of worn from the ordeal (early Monday morning until late Saturday night), but he’s getting back up to speed quickly.
Of course, here in the land of the Perils of Pauline, we don’t go for long until something else happens. Our gang gathered yesterday evening for a birthday dinner for one of our group. Although these things are held at our place most of the time, with my husband sick we had moved the venue to the home of another group member who lives in town. Because she lives in town, we park on the (sufficiently wide) street.
We had a fabulous meal. We’ve all been cooking together for 20 years and have gotten good at it. After dessert, while some of us were still sitting at the table, we heard a big bang, followed by an almost-as-big bang. It sounded like lighting strikes right out on the street, but there wasn’t any flash. Turns out that the first big bang was my car getting hit and the second was the birthday honoree’s van being hit. Long story short–it turns out that our hit and run driver was some 82 year old guy who may or may not have been intoxicated.
Friend’s van just needs a new left rear quarter panel and left rear tail light. My car, which I’ve only had for 18 months and which was hit first, needs a new bumper, left tail light lens, left rear tire, left rear wheel, left rear quarter panel, left rear back door, and driver’s side mirror. It takes some doing to catch the rim of a wheel and bend it all the way over so we’re hoping there’s no axel damage. At least the old guy had insurance.
So, more Monday morning fun. At least this time, it was just property damage.
