Samuel Pepys has a blog. All kidding aside, this will probably be a useful site, if only for the fact that it will provide (eventually) the entire Diary. Side note: on the sidebar is a comment about Mr. Pepys' bouts of kidney stones. I had one myself a few years back, but I didn't even get to have an operation, but rather it was removed by the snazzy, high-tech method of pumping me full of painkillers and liquid until I peed it out. That was a good thing, of course, though I didn't think so at the time. Pepys continued to have more trouble:
At the post-mortem examination a nest of seven stones, weighing four and a half ounces, was found in the left kidney, which was entirely ulcerated.Excuse me, I'm going to drink some more water now.
(Via Neil Gaiman, who still has no permalinks. Hey, writer boy: get some permalinks. )
Posted by Andrea Harris at January 1, 2003 02:40 PMFootnote 2: "This is the first of too many censored passages marked by “. . . .” wherin Mr. Wheatly determines (in this unabridged edition) that some of the words of Pepy’s are too raw for our eyes. D.W."
WTF?! "Too raw"? Where can I find the un-Wheatly'd edition?
Stupid asspuckering Victorian censormonkeys.
Posted by: David Ross at January 1, 2003 at 03:41 PMBetcha he called someone a "fuckyng cunte." Teehee.
Posted by: Andrea Harris at January 1, 2003 at 03:54 PMI seem to be running into more and more notable figures who had kidney stones. You, Pepys, Epicurus... odd.
And seven kidney stones? Oh. Dear. Lord. When I had ONE stone that was almost too small to see, I was ready to cut my own kidney out without anesthesia after 3 days, and this was WITH painkillers. Seven stones. The poor, poor, poor man.
Posted by: Dave at January 2, 2003 at 03:52 PM