Never had one myself (looks around for wood to knock on), my father on the other hand... He worked in a hospital prior to retiring and happened to get a kidney stone on the day of a big game. Now you have to realize he's quite the joker and will start inventing things (often wildly unlikely things, "Why I remember back during the War Between the States, I used to tell General...") at the drop of an imaginary hat. So when he walked over to the ER and calmly told them he was in severe pain and thought he had a kidney stone -- well they took one look at him, then a look at the TV that they had in the ER showing the game, and back to him before telling him, "Right, you'll need a better story than that. Back to work."
The calmness with which he was telling them he was in pain was simply too close to the deadpan way he'd start telling stories. From what he said it took about five minutes for him to convince them he was serious about actually being in pain.
Here's hoping your stone will spontaneously grow smooth and sneak out with a minimum of fuss, and if it won't do that then at least the leave with a minimum of fuss part.
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The calmness with which he was telling them he was in pain was simply too close to the deadpan way he'd start telling stories. From what he said it took about five minutes for him to convince them he was serious about actually being in pain.
Here's hoping your stone will spontaneously grow smooth and sneak out with a minimum of fuss, and if it won't do that then at least the leave with a minimum of fuss part.
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Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.