"Mr. Roedel, how would you rate your pain on a scale of 1-10?” the nurse asked me as I flopped and floundered on the E.R. exam table I was sitting on.
“17,819!” I yelped as the kidney stone inside of me performed a triple summersault on the unforgiving mat that is my urinary track.
The nurse looked up from her electronic tablet she was mashing out notes o…
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