I've named my kidney stone Rocky. He's quite comfy in my body and doesn't appear to have any intentions of coming out. I went to the urologist today (where I was the youngest person in the waiting room by at least 40 years!) and he said I will have to have it removed under general anesthesia and have a stent put in. Sounds like fun, huh?! The scheduler is going to call me tomorrow. In the meanwhile, I'm just trying to drink tons of water and learn how to coexist with my little friend.