Or the Tale of the Rolling Stone
A speck of a grain
A spectacular of a grain
Silently it grew, and grew some more until it was not so silent anymore
It found it's voice in dear hubby.
Becoming the not so subtle nor so silent spectacular granular of a grain of a speck of a stone.
A very wicked little stone, rolling this way and that like on one of those labyrinth toys that a ball rolls along until you reach the right hole or indent to rest upon.
In hubby's case it was the opening of the kidney... wicked evil little stone.
Unless you think seeing your spouse dressed in nothing but a back opened dressing gown to the knees with black socks and dress shoes is a huge turn on, then no, there was nothing romantic about it at all.
Nor was the fact that I was left in a waiting room while the hubster was put out while laying on a huge ass table that made some rather loud, yet rather rhythmic, snap/banging sounds.
After waking up there was considerable pain that needed the help from some morphine.... a good sign we were told... to be in pain means the wicked stone is now many pieces of evil little stones that are now on the move.
here is the link (above) as I couldn't attach the video today.. I'll try again later