So, Monday I went to the ER and was diagnosed with a small kidney stone.
Tuesday, I went to class and then mailed off a small package to a
German friend to help her out (she needed a neck donut for her hybrid
doll). It was very cold about 20F, and I was stranded in the cold about 3
hours between buses because I missed one by
about a minute (saw it stop, couldn't get across the street to it), and
then when I caught the next one, the connecting bus had broken down.
when I got home, I was FREEZING, so I went straight to bed, curled up
under all my blankets, and asked Osaka to please wake me in the evening
so that I could eat something and take my evening meds. When I woke, I ate, took my meds, and felt kind of ill, so I went to the restroom and had a fever hit me. I had what I
thought was a reaction to the morphine after the fact, but it turned
out to be the stone breaking free from my kidney. I ended up stripping
out of everything I was wearing and curling up
in the fetal position until I felt something pop and I felt a burst of
relief and then I got re-dressed, washed my hands and face, described
what had happened to Osaka, and realized the pain had moved from my
kidney to my lower back. It hurt like hell, and everything was raw.
the next several hours I had several "I need to use the bathroom" urges
that turned out to be false and the stone progressed further. I
continued to drink water, and I took ibuprofen since I was never able to
get any actual pain relief medication.
Wednesday I had a short
work shift. I went to work, the pain was mostly still in my lower back,
and I was very thankful it was a short shift and passed quickly. When I
got home it was more of the same. Pain, running back and forth the the
restroom, drinking lots of water, ibuprofen as often as I could safely
Thursday I had class. I was up into the wee hours
hoping to pass the stone before class but that didn't happen. So I went
to Psych class, ran back and forth to the restroom several times, and
emailed my afternoon class professor that I would not be able to attend
class because I was actively passing a kidney stone. She responded with
understanding, and told me to feel better and not to worry about it.
I came home. I went to bed. I woke
up. I drank water. I had an incredibly painful urination which is when I
think I finally passed the stone. I chalked the pain up to dehydration
from having been asleep, or just being raw or something. Two or three
hours and trips later I realized I was in somewhat less pain and that it
burned, and that there was an abrasion in the urethra. I realize this
is rather more information than most might want, but I had a hard time
when I was researching finding anyone having actually shared any REAL information on what they went through and so I am sharing because sharing is caring.
note, it doesn't stop hurting just because the stone is gone. I can
still feel the painful path it took from my kidney down to my bladder
and out, all of it, in raw swollen detail. Also while my kidney is less
swollen, my back muscles are still hyper protective and clamping down on
my left side over it. I also can't PROVE it's gone (without another CT scan) but the original CT scan
showed only one stone, and I have tears in sensitive places on the
outside where it would have come out, so I'm pretty sure it passed.
So that's it. Kidney stones suck. I have a very high pain tolerance and I would not repeat this experience again voluntarily for any amount of money in the world.