Last Wednesday, September 3, I went into the local hospital. A month before I had been in the emergency room because of extraordinary pain in my right side. It turned out that my kidney stone has slipped down into my ureter and was causing a back-up. The urologist put in a stent and a week later I underwent a procedure that was supposed to break up the stone using sound waves.
Long story short, it didn't work. So the doctors upped their game: I went in to have them snake a camera up into where the stone was located, so they could break it up using a laser. Before going under, my urologist gave me the temporary tat to the right of my navel. Previously another urologist had drawn the following on my right thigh: (|) . I didn't think to take a picture of that but I did capture the latest. I presume they favor a purple Sharpie because you can't miss it.
The good news is, they broke up the stone and hauled away the debris. So, once I get the stent pulled out in about 10 days, that'll be the end of that.