The first time I heard about kidney stones I was in biology class in 9th grade. My teacher, the lovely and talented Cindy Oyer, told us about them in graphic detail. I swore I never wanted one of those.
Right now I am passing my 64th.
Or 65th. I think we’ve lost count.
And, by the way, it’s a good idea to avoid saying “I never want that to happen to me.”