This is the first time I’ve participated in Jana’s Stream-O-Consciousness Sunday. I don’t usually feel like I have anything to say on Sundays, for some reason, but today I guess I do.

I’ve been sick on and off since late July. I kept thinking it was UTIs, but it turns out it’s all been thanks to a 3-millimeter orb of doom. I knew I had a kidney stone in July — it was pretty hard to miss, and it landed me in the ER — but it stopped hurting so I thought it had disintegrated. (The urologist gave me potassium citrate and said it might do the trick.) It didn’t occur to me that it might not have, even when I started having other problems.

Anyway, my health problems have kept the kids from some of their activities; made Rockford make major adjustments to his work schedule, including canceling a trip this week so he’s home while I recover from surgery; and pulling some attention away from what should’ve been exclusively my brother and sister-in-law’s Big Week. I feel guilty. I don’t like being the center of attention, and I hate being an inconvenience.

And I can’t expound upon that any more, because that’s the end of the Jana-mandated five minutes.