Story With No Title, Day 16
Let’s back up a few days. So, this is the deal. The poor guy birthed a kidney stone. From what I’ve read, the term "writhing in agony" originated from the description of the passage of said item, often the size of a grain of sand. That might not seem like much but face it, I’m pretty small, so "grain of sand" is more on the lines of "grain of boulder" in my book:
Regardless, I’m a sensitive bloke and my heart really went out to the guy, despite our previous conflict. Truth is, I get him, and honestly, his life’s not easy, what with all the alcohol he has to drink.
Just last week, he received 14 cases of J.D. and had to carry them all up the stairs to the apartment, by himself. It was supposed to be 15 cases but one went missing from the alley during the transport – and I swear it wasn’t me. He did quite a bit of swearing and fist shaking, but it didn’t make the case reappear.
There have also been a few unpleasant words between the bro and his girlfriend, and she’s really sweet, so that means something. I’m trying to get him to read Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus before it is too late. She’s worried about him and he sees that as being controlling. Well, he’s just being difficult. Then, when she’s talking about how she is feeling, there he is, jumping in, trying to fix everything. What an idiot! Just listen, for crissake. Geez.
Truth is, he is drinking too much. I have been leaving AA brochures all around the apartment but they keep ending up in the trash. As they say, he’s got to be ready. Only one person that can make the change, and that’s him. Oh, well.
Anyway, now at least he is drinking more water, what with the stone and all, which he mixes with lemon and dandelion root. Kind of bitter.
And then peeing all the time.
Hard for anyone else to get in there.
And that’s crap.