Cleaning and... kidney stones?

Post number three. I guess I'll be on here for a while.

I'll try to make this a daily thing. Woo.

Starting last night at around 10, to about 1 in the morning, I was cleaning. But not just my room, EVERYTHING. I mean, it started with my room, but it just morphed and evolved into cleaning the bathrooms and doing the laundry... I guess that it was out of boredom that I actually did all that, because otherwise, I would've been to lazy or tired, (Excuses excuses..).

But around 1:30am, my dad comes running down the stairs holding his side and yelling at me, "Get my shoes!" So I do what anyone would've done and grabbed like 5 different pairs because I didn't know which one he was talking about. He told me that he was going to the hospital, (My mom driving, of course). And the last thing he said to me before he left was, "Get my Carmex and go to sleep." Haha, of all the things he wanted, he wanted his chapstick? Okay! So I got it for him, gave him a hug, and went to sleep.

*Next morning*

I wake up and see that they're both home already. They tell me that my dad has kidney stones. Dun dun dun. But I guess it's not a really big deal, I mean, he's not gonna die, so I'm happy.

Um... There really isn't a way to transition an ending off of kidney stones... so... I'll just end it here.

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