Well, it didn't. And it got worse. And then I spent the next 20 minutes, including the drive back to the mission home, trying to convince myself I did not have another kidney stone. But, anyone who has had one knows that the pain will quickly convice you otherwise. By the time we got there I was in enough pain I was breathing heavier and I kept getting hot then cold. So I called Adam to come get me and tried to get a hold of my mom to come get Connor. I had to just sit in my van and wait for them, and unfortunately (for me at the time) there were about a hundred super friendly, chatty missionaries milling about that all wanted to talk to me about what was going on...which was the very last thing I wanted to do. They were helpful and tried to give me suggestions, and finally most of them went away. I thought I might actually be able to suffer in peace then, until suddenly this big group came walking down all together from the mission home. I recognized an elder that once served in our ward and he came up to me first and said, "Sister DeLuca, I have some missionaries here that would like to give you a blessing."
And they did--right there in my van. Then Jeremy Call, my new hero, came over to entertain Connor with his magical cell phone. About 20 minutes later, I felt the stone move and the pain dulled to a minor ache. I later found out those missionaries that did the blessing were all about to go home, including one returning to Albania. Sister Knight (my now new best friend from the mission home) said missionaries about to return home are just full of the Spirit and completely in tune. It must be true because they blessed me that the pain would subside, and that is exactly what happened--and fast.
No more Sprite for me. :(