At 4 o'clock Friday morning, John started throwing up violently. At 5, we were off to the hospital. I was sure it was appendicitis, although I knew he didn't have a fever, but he was in such pain! Upon our arrival and his initial review, the doctor told the nurse he would bet his stethescope that it was kidney stones. Now this is our first encounter with a little calcified enemy. It wasn't pleasant. By 5:30, the pain meds kicked in, he was off to a CAT scan and found that it had made it into the bladder. They let us know that the worst was over and that he would probably pass it that day. By 7:30, we were home.
We had gotten tickets to tour the Oquirrh Mountain Temple in South Jordan. Since John wasn't going and Ian was staying home in case John needed to go back to the ER, I grabbed a friend and the rest of the kids and off we went. It was lovely (although have you ever heard someone say, "Wow, that temple was such a disappointment). I guess everyone else in the valley decided to go on the same day. We waited in line about an hour before going in, but when we came out, it looked like people would be waiting a couple of hours. So another silver lining: it was cooler while we were in line and we were covered most of the time. And the kids got a kick out of posing in the Free Speech area.
Finally, that night we had tickets for our local baseball team, the Orem Owlz. They were planning a fireworks show at the end since they would be on the road for the 4th. We got there early so Griffin and Ellie could enjoy the playground before the game. It was a perfect evening, although the game was more than disappointing (we lost 11-2). We did have a scout for the Phillies sitting in front of us as well as a bunch of our neighbors at the ballpark! The highlight? John passed his stone around the bottom of the 8th inning! The fireworks were quite good and we were home by 10:15. A great evening, in a small American town.