Going to hang out with thousands of old Zeppelin fans (along with the new fans, of course), conjures up visions of smoke wafting just overhead and feeling an awesome high from the amazing music flooding your senses as you take the whole experience in. That’s what I have been anticipating for the show Saturday night.
Well, I have been out of sorts for the past week or so just dragging my arse like I was trying to move through quicksand with everything I did. Just complete fatigue. I have been fighting allergies, and my throat has been hurting, and so I thought that was the problem.
So yesterday morning I finally decided that I wasn’t getting any better and a trip to the doctor was definitely in order. As an afterthought, I told him that my back was achy and that yesterday in particular I was feeling pain upon going #1. He did the appropriate tests for both the top and lower end of the spectrum so-to-speak, and when he came back in he said I had “one helluva kidney infection.” (My sinuses are fine).
He put me on a very strong antibiotic and I am hitting the cranberry juice like nobody’s business.
Today, I am feeling a familiar sharp pain in my lower right abdomen. Familiar because a few years back I ended up with a kidney stone that got stuck in my right ureter. (For those following at home, that’s the tube that leads from your kidney to your bladder.) Ah, good times.
Being the eternal optimist, here’s what I think: I believe the timing of the concert is perfect. I believe I will be overcome with the power of Robert Plant’s hotness so fiercely that any little stones that might be hanging out down there will be jolted loose and blown to smithereens by the intensity of his all-consuming sexiness.
Yeah…that’s how I see it happening.
Just to be thorough, I’ll keep taking my antibiotics and drinking my cranberry juice…and perhaps a prayer and/or a positive thought wouldn’t hurt, either.
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Maybe you will lose them as you climb the stairway to heaven…..
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How are you feeling and did you make it to the concert and do you need any chicken soup? (Not necessarily in that order)
How typically English of you to use the word arse instead of the American ass which of course is a donkey!
As for Zep…
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If you run out of cranberry juice, beer works!
Well, they do sometimes try to break up kidney stones using sound waves. Maybe you can get them to go a little heavy on the low end.
Robert Plant? Hot?
Steamy hot? Or just plain old, everyday hot?
And Alison Krauss is hot. Over a decade ago she single-handedly made bluegrass and old-time string band music hot, much to the ultimate benefit of the Coen Brothers, “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” and indirectly, George Clooney himself.
Robert Plant made a very savvy move by pairing up with the younger and much-more-hip-in-2008 Krauss, even when he could have toured with a reunited Led Zeppelin instead.
I’m sorry I won’t get to see them on this tour.
I met Alison fifteen years ago, and was awed by her presence. I couldn’t think of anything worth saying to her, though, so I didn’t. I don’t normally get wowed by celebrities, and she wasn’t even a celebrity at the time, but wow.
No chance they did Black Dog, did they. My boss went to the show in Louisville, and he said it was simply amazing. Heard that The Battle of Evermore was unreal.
Anyway, hope he shook your kidney stones into itty bitty — passable — pieces.
Oh, and vodka goes great with cranberry juice.
Hope you’re feeling better. Keep chugging that cranberry juice.
Ugh – sorry about them kidney things. My cube neighbor is going through the exact same thing.