Swearing off the soda

So had a bit of excitement this weekend. Sunday afternoon I started to feel pretty crummy, I'd had an annoying pain in my right side for several days that I chalked up to the growing belly. But Sunday afternoon it reached a new level--as in I'm seeing spots, think I'm going to pass out from this pain (or as Brian Reegan would say "it feels like all my insides, want to be on my outsides). So Jared packed me up in the car and headed over to the hospital. Once we got there and got me checked in the first thing the nurse says to me is "you are REALLY dehydrated". I'm sort of in and out of chattiness at this point so I give her that forced smile, nod and say "yeah I'm not the best water drinker" and I'm thinking somebody just get me some morphine! She comes back a few minutes later to put in the I.V., draw blood, all that fun stuff. Still no pain meds. Then I start throwing up. Now I get my shot of pain killers. So I settle into that drug induced haze but for some reason still not getting a lot of pain relief. So I power through one bag of hydrating goodness and I'm still dehydrated so I get a second dose. Doc comes in says the good news is I don't have a kidney infection, but it might be a kidney stone, also since I've been on the monitor I've started having contractions so they can't send me home. Lovely. So I'm still in and out of awareness when the nurse comes in and says good news is the contractions have stopped, bad news is baby's heart rate is getting a little low so no going home. Now had I not been thoroughly high this probably would have alarmed me more. However, since I had not only a shot of morphine but also some lovely other pain meds, and was now working on 3 bags of hydration I was only able to nod and let my eyes roll back into my head. About two hours later I was pronounced releasable. Baby and I were out of immediate danger and could be sent on our way. I woke up the next day with a super hangover, fortunately Jared stayed home! And in my attempt to stay better hydrated I started the day off with a water bottle. Well come lunch time I was really craving a Root Beer and I thought, hey it's liquid.... About 20 minutes after I drank half my root beer that pesky ache in my side started to come back. Well that's annoying I thought and I downed another water bottle. So Tuesday I am off to Sam's club and I swing by the food court for a healthy hot dog (ha ha ha) and uber sized soda. I get about half of the soda down and I start not feeling so good. By the time I get home my palms are sweating from the pain. I start chugging the water as fast as I can. After a few hours I start feeling better and yes that dim light bulb starts to flicker on. So after being the guinea pig in my own experiment it's safe to say no more soda for me. Yet another reminder that I'm now over 30 and my body isn't what it used to be. Life can be so cruel.