Kidney Stones, Round II

Well, it seems that Dad still has more stones to pass (cue obvious joke about Dad long having been full of it). Dad managed to convince the staff at Armtrong County Memorial Hospital to admit him on Sunday night, as the percocet he had been taking was no longer enough to quell the extreme pain he was having.

Despite having been a marine field medic in the jungles of Viet Nam, my Dad still hates needles, and typically resists any and all pain medicine, even a simple asprin. So, the pain is pretty bad.

I really hope Dad is not bullsh*tting on his pledge to take better care of himself.