Geeze as I think about it there are plenty of things to write about, no idea why I've been so quiet.
A few weeks ago while visiting friends and family in Colorado the kidney stone that I knew about but hadn't heard from in the left kidney made a break for it. The pain was just unreal, I now know what the '10' feels like when they ask you to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I've never felt like throwing up purely from pain before, but right before they gave me the morphine in the E.R. I was very close.
I had a couple bouts of extreme pain after the E.R. visit, one where I was with Karrie and her daughter Ana and Karrie had to take over driving because I was in no shape to do so. Two percosets finally managed to get it mostly under control.
Later that same night around 3am I had the worst of it, I was eventually on three percosets and it was like I hadn't bothered to take any. I got really close a few times in the hour and a half or so this was going on to waking up my parents (whom I was staying with) and having them drive me back to the E.R.
Around noon the next day I actually passed the stupid thing, I think I even did a victory lap. Once it had passed all the pain except a slight tenderness on the left side was gone.
Then the kicker, the right side one (which has tried to pass twice and failed each time) made another break for it. The pain got bad enough, and the memory of what it would really feel like if it started passing fresh enough, that got my dad to take me to the E.R. again. Put myself in line, sat down, and... waited. And waited. And waited. At some point a nice man took us back to take blood pressures and write down what was going on and so on, then back to the waiting room. And waited. And waited.
My dad went to the cafeteria to get some lunch, and my pain went completely away. I had a feeling the little bastard stone had done an Olympic level breaststroke back up into the kidney but I thought I'd wait until dad was back and if I was still feeling no pain and no admitted we'd leave. And that's pretty much what we did.
I kept my percoset nearby just in case, but it didn't come back.
Later that night I was flying home, I felt it enough to take one, and felt it a bit the next day, but nothing really bad and nothing more since.
Two days ago I finally had an appointment with my urologist and although he's still in disbelief that my stone can swim upstream he looked at the x-ray and sure enough there it is, so we've scheduled surgery in a little over a week to do Lithotripsy to break the bigger stone into a bunch of tiny ones that can then be easily passed.
Whee fun.
