the hospital.

I don't know if this is too much personal information. I'm posting it anyways.

Yesterday morning I woke up with horrible pain.

Basically, it felt like someone was hitting me with a baseball bat in my lower back while simultaneously I was being stabbed with a knife in my lower abdomen.

So the decision was made pretty quickly that I needed to seek medical attention. 

I went to the university health center, and after waiting there for nearly two hours with few answers, they suggested that I go to the emergency room. 

After putting in an IV and taking a CAT scan, they found out that I had....

Kidney stones. 

Have you ever had kidney stones?

If you have you will know exactly what I'm talking about.

If you haven't I pray you never do.

I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

(And since I don't actually have a real life worst enemy, I would say my worst enemy is Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. And I wouldn't even wish kidney stones on Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.)

Lookin' good. 

They had me stay overnight, and finally I got to go home this afternoon!

Though it was a less than wonderful experience, I will say this:

When you're in the hospital, you find out how sweet your friends really are. 

I received the kindest calls, texts, and tweets. You are all the best friends a girl could ask for. 

Last but not least, my dear roommate Sara decided to film what I like to call:

Abbi on Drugs.

The painkillers they initially gave me were so strong that I was a little out of it.

(She didn't know how to work my phone, so this lovely video was captured with the 8mm camera app because she thought that was the camera. So here's me, drugged out in all vintage-esque glory.)

It's a little hard to hear, but important to note that I was watching Friends, and in the episode that was on, Rachel was wearing a hospital gown. So naturally, she and I bonded over that. 

It goes something like this:

-I look like Rachel. (Me)

-Do I look as good as her? (Me)

-You look better. (Sara)

-Heh. Better. (Me.)

-Brad would leave you too. (My dad.)

- I would never marry Brad.

-Brad is scum.

-I'm still mad about that.

(All me.)