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Having a few free hours between classes, I decided to have breakfast at the coffee place outside the uni with my reading material for this evening's seminar on Renaissance life. The sun was shining outside and soft jazz played in the background and my coffee and eggs smelled delicious, and settling into the big comfortable couches at the corner of the cafe, I began to read.
What Not To Read When You're Trying To Have A Nice Morning Out, Especially If You Want To Have An Appetite By The End Of The Day:
In the morning on waking I found myself again weary and short of breath, my mouth dry, with a sharp bad taste, and my breath as if I had a fever. I did not feel any pain, but I continued passing this extraordinary and very turbid urine, which all the time carried with it sand and reddish gravel, but not in great quantity.
On the 24th, in the morning, I pushed down a stone that stopped in the passage. I refrained from that moment until dinnertime without urinating, in order to increase my desire to do so. Then I got my stone out, not without pain and bleeding, both before and after: as big and long as a pine nut, but as thick as a bean at one end, and having, to tell the truth, exactly the shape of a prick. It was a very fortunate thing for me to be able to get it out. I have never ejected one comparable in size to this one. I had guessed only too truly from the quality of my urines that this would be the result. I shall see what is to follow.
(Michel de Montaigne, 1581)
I am choosing to skip over the bits about bowel movements and winds (oh, the flatulence. There was a lot of flatulence.) in favor of hopefully being able to finish my untouched salad after all.
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What Not To Read When You're Trying To Have A Nice Morning Out, Especially If You Want To Have An Appetite By The End Of The Day:
In the morning on waking I found myself again weary and short of breath, my mouth dry, with a sharp bad taste, and my breath as if I had a fever. I did not feel any pain, but I continued passing this extraordinary and very turbid urine, which all the time carried with it sand and reddish gravel, but not in great quantity.
On the 24th, in the morning, I pushed down a stone that stopped in the passage. I refrained from that moment until dinnertime without urinating, in order to increase my desire to do so. Then I got my stone out, not without pain and bleeding, both before and after: as big and long as a pine nut, but as thick as a bean at one end, and having, to tell the truth, exactly the shape of a prick. It was a very fortunate thing for me to be able to get it out. I have never ejected one comparable in size to this one. I had guessed only too truly from the quality of my urines that this would be the result. I shall see what is to follow.
(Michel de Montaigne, 1581)
I am choosing to skip over the bits about bowel movements and winds (oh, the flatulence. There was a lot of flatulence.) in favor of hopefully being able to finish my untouched salad after all.
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