Brent and I are having a bit of an argument.
He thinks that, when he's in excruciating pain from a kidney stone, I should somehow whip out some amazing supernatural driving skills and fly through traffic a bad "Starksy and Hutch" car chase scene.
I, on the other hand, think it would be very bad for us to get in an accident and possibly kill ourselves (or someone else), while I'm trying to rush him to the Emergency Room. I keep picturing myself arrested and telling the judge, "But Your Honor, my husband had a KIDNEY STONE." I don't think it would help me avoid time in the slammer.
Do I break traffic laws while we're going to the ER?
Do I use the emergency shoulder lane to pass all the cars waiting in line to turn at the light and weave my very large Dodge Magnum through traffic like a fighter pilot dodging (no pun intended) enemy fire?
No. No, I do not.
Because, my friends, I suck at driving. I admit it. I hate it. I've been in an accident... or two. Possibly three - but I wasn't driving for the third one. I would much, much rather not do it at all. To the point that I'll put off errands of any type to avoid driving.
Two adults with no kids at home can go a LONG time between runs to the grocery store, by the way.
I drive a good distance to work every day so I'm kind of numb to it now but I really hate it. The very sound of a road trip makes me want to cough up a hairball. There's nothing appealing to me about long periods of time behind the wheel - no matter the destination.
So, needless to say, both times that I had to run Brent to the ER yesterday there were some... firm words... exchanged between us.
This stone is a "little" one, compared to some in the past. I really pray he can pass it without surgical intervention like the last few.
Sorry that you're hurting, Brent. And I'm sorry I suck at driving. But at least we're all alive.
Nathan, by the way, was VERY patient with us and all the hours spent at the hospital yesterday. He did tell me multiple times that we were "All Done" but he really did pretty well for a 2 yr old that has no idea what's going on or why Mom doesn't want him to run in this beautiful, wide open hallways that echo. Thank you for being a good kid, Nathan.