Ouch :(

This just hasn't been our year, thus far. First, my husband got COVID. Then, just when I thought I'd dodged the bullet, our son got COVID, and I caught it from him. And now, just when we thought it was safe to get back in the water and go to synagogue in person for the first time in over a month, my husband woke up with a kidney-stone attack. (He grows 'em like grapes, even though he hasn't eaten spinach in years. [Sorry, Popeye. 😀 ].) So, instead of praying at our local synagogue for the first time in ages, we ended up davvening at a delightful place call NewYork-Presbyterian Queens. Since that's the hospital where my husband's urologist has admitting privileges, I've been there so many times that I can find the Bikkur Cholim (Visiting the Sick) Room in my sleep. I got to munch gefilte fish while they put my husband through the "donut" (CAT Scan machine). This was, of course, after he'd spent about 10 hours on a gurney in an Emergency Room hallway, lined up against the wall with maybe a dozen other patients. He came home with a prescription that will help him "pass" the kidney stone. All's well that ends well. It would be nice if we could all stay healthy at least through Pesach (Passover).

P.S. Many thanks to our son, who called our pharmacy while we were still in the hospital and ran over to pick up his father's prescription just before the pharmacy closed. Since our pharmacy is not open on Sundays, my poor husband would have had to wait for his prescription until Monday if our son hadn't helped out.