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jademermaidLast night, about 2 AM, I got some serious kidney stone pain, enough to drop me to my knees, make me cry and vomit. Yeah, these things always happen when I'm at home alone. I debated calling Rose or Corey to take me to the hospital, but I was pretty sure it was just what I thought, a kidney stone, and I'd need to try and pass it myself anyway.
What torturous, mind shattering pain a kidney stone can be. I curled up around a heating pad, after tearing the house apart for pain meds and finding none. I laid there, trying not to weep like a little girl, having to stagger to the toilet every ten minutes or so to let a few drops go. I finally just took a few ibuprofen and passed out from exhaustion. When Corey got home in the morning, I was ready to go to the doctor, but we had a dentist appointment, and I didn't want to wait another three weeks for another one, so we went (it was just a cleaning). I had to stop her a couple of times so I could go sit in their bathroom and do nothing.
So then I went to the doctor. I have had two kidney stones before, so he thought I was probably right, but since the pain was right where my appendix is, he sent me to the hospital for a CAT scan. Not only could they check my appendix, they could see where the stones were, and how big.
While I was waiting, wanting to die, I started to feel a little better, and I went yet again to pee. This time it was a real, honest to goodness pee. I've decided that there is no better feeling than that, it beats sex and drugs and everything else. Relief pee rocks the house.
I saw the stone right there in the toilet, and so I reached in and got it. I know you might think that's gross, but this stone and I, we had some history. I carefully put it in a styrofoam cup to show the technician, who called my doctor. Doc said I should still have the scan, just in case. He's a careful guy, and I do still feel tender there.
Waiting for the results. Edit: Results say no appendicitis (yay!), but that I have a nasty kidney infection (boo!).
P.S. The cat scan was a double dose of hell for me. They brought out the barium, and I started to drink it, only to realize after the first sip that it was some drink with aspertame (Crystal Light, as it turned out, and if you don't know, I can't drink the stuff, it gives me migraine size headaches). So then I waited, while they tried to figure out how to get the stuff in me. All they had was carbonated drinks, and apparently those are bad. I ended up downing the shot of barium straight and chasing it with water. Quite nasty, but nowhere near as foul as the Crystal Light!
Then, I had to get an I.V. dye put in for the second scan. As many times as I try to tell nurses where to stick me, they don't' listen. I tell them I used to be an I.V. drug user, and they still don't listen. Now I have two nice bruises where they stuck and made the vein blow out (which I TOLD them would happen). The third one they got after I showed them where to go.
One of these days, I'm just going to grab that damn needle and do it myself!
But what I wanted to note here was the sick and sad feeling I had when they pumped the stuff into my arm. It made the back of my tongue get that familiar silvery taste, and I almost started to cry, it really triggered me in a sad way. I'm still a little weirded out over it. As much as I say that I've put my past behind me, sometimes it becomes clear that it is still very much a part of me.
What torturous, mind shattering pain a kidney stone can be. I curled up around a heating pad, after tearing the house apart for pain meds and finding none. I laid there, trying not to weep like a little girl, having to stagger to the toilet every ten minutes or so to let a few drops go. I finally just took a few ibuprofen and passed out from exhaustion. When Corey got home in the morning, I was ready to go to the doctor, but we had a dentist appointment, and I didn't want to wait another three weeks for another one, so we went (it was just a cleaning). I had to stop her a couple of times so I could go sit in their bathroom and do nothing.
So then I went to the doctor. I have had two kidney stones before, so he thought I was probably right, but since the pain was right where my appendix is, he sent me to the hospital for a CAT scan. Not only could they check my appendix, they could see where the stones were, and how big.
While I was waiting, wanting to die, I started to feel a little better, and I went yet again to pee. This time it was a real, honest to goodness pee. I've decided that there is no better feeling than that, it beats sex and drugs and everything else. Relief pee rocks the house.
I saw the stone right there in the toilet, and so I reached in and got it. I know you might think that's gross, but this stone and I, we had some history. I carefully put it in a styrofoam cup to show the technician, who called my doctor. Doc said I should still have the scan, just in case. He's a careful guy, and I do still feel tender there.
Waiting for the results. Edit: Results say no appendicitis (yay!), but that I have a nasty kidney infection (boo!).
P.S. The cat scan was a double dose of hell for me. They brought out the barium, and I started to drink it, only to realize after the first sip that it was some drink with aspertame (Crystal Light, as it turned out, and if you don't know, I can't drink the stuff, it gives me migraine size headaches). So then I waited, while they tried to figure out how to get the stuff in me. All they had was carbonated drinks, and apparently those are bad. I ended up downing the shot of barium straight and chasing it with water. Quite nasty, but nowhere near as foul as the Crystal Light!
Then, I had to get an I.V. dye put in for the second scan. As many times as I try to tell nurses where to stick me, they don't' listen. I tell them I used to be an I.V. drug user, and they still don't listen. Now I have two nice bruises where they stuck and made the vein blow out (which I TOLD them would happen). The third one they got after I showed them where to go.
One of these days, I'm just going to grab that damn needle and do it myself!
But what I wanted to note here was the sick and sad feeling I had when they pumped the stuff into my arm. It made the back of my tongue get that familiar silvery taste, and I almost started to cry, it really triggered me in a sad way. I'm still a little weirded out over it. As much as I say that I've put my past behind me, sometimes it becomes clear that it is still very much a part of me.
