![]() Analysis showed the stone was mostly calcium, but it might as easily have been a crystallization of anxiety, turned to rock the way diamonds are formed-under extreme pressure, over time. Two weeks after that, in an airplane bathroom, I peed a tiny, tangible pebble of my victorious pessimism into a plastic strainer. The doctor back then said "bladder infection," but I knew better, and two weeks and a trip to the ER later, I was proven right. Much and expecting the worst-the same way I'd diagnosed my first kidney stone ten years before. ![]() Why sit around waiting for fate to spring from what appears to be a perfectly ordinary birthday cake, when you could be researching signs your headache may be an aneurysm or cataloging suspicious moles? I diagnosed my own infertility by reading too ![]() Personally, my money was on "lake of fire," and I figured it didn't hurt to be prepared. But in my mind, there were only ever two options: everything goes well, or the world is swallowed in a lake of fire. Which is unfortunate, because gray areas account for about 96% of human experience. ![]()
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