The date of October 31, 2009 is emblazoned in my memory forever. Why? Because that is the day I endured the most excruciatingly painful experience of my sixty years on this planet...a kidney stone. How one small object could inflict such an unrelenting, all consuming pain is incomprehensible. Anyone who has survived this particular cataclysm knows what I am talking about. Some say that passing a kidney stone is as close as a man will come to knowing what women go through during child birth. However, I heard a woman once say, "I've had stones and I've had babies. I would much rather have babies."
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