Saturday, I came into work to help out a bit -- that ended up going until 7p. I wanted to go out, but never really got the chance to. Turned out to be a good thing. I had an intricate package waiting for me when I got home with none other than Madame saraphina_marie's latest: The Convent of the Pure. I devoured 80 pages or so before going to sleep.
Sunday, I woke up in a little bit of discomfort, watched the Blackhawks toast the Red Wings 3-0, and then everything went downhill.
I'd planned on going up to Berkeley, but I didn't feel that well. I felt pretty bloated, then I started feeling a whole bunch of pain on my right side. I tried adjusting how I was sitting -- I figured it must be gas or some such. Threw up what I had for breakfast shortly thereafter and noticed that I was peeing blood. That pretty much clinched it -- I was spending Sunday in the ER.
Nothing too bad. I developed a kidney stone in my right kidney. beethatbumbles no longer has the monopoly on that. A few pain meds and I was on my way out the door at around 7. I had a nice long leisurely dinner with the remainder of The Convent of the Pure and a bit of A Scanner Darkly (which I started re-reading on the flight to Poland).
I came back home and watched El Cid -- a movie primarily starring Charlton Heston and Sophia Loren. It was a very well shot film, but a little jarring. Probably about an hour of film could have been added (and it was already a 3 hour film). As it was, someone would say that they'd have to travel somewhere and fight. The next scene would take place after that fight without any real explanation of what happened -- except what you could gather from context. backed out of going to LA with me for the Festival of Books. Anyone want to go for a nice 6-ish hour car ride to LA with me?