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I've got a what in my squiddlyspoog?
Feb. 23rd, 2008 11:29 pmI passed my kidney stone last night. Let me tell you, it sucked. I've been sick since then, finally eating something at 6 this evening after passing the stone at just before 9 last night and being unable to keep anything down until mid afternoon.
The initial passing from kidney to bladder happened Monday night. It started just as weird as the night that I found out the stone back in December - not feeling quite right, going to take a bath, and then crazy pain in my back just left of my spine. At least I knew what it was this time and I was well hydrated. I walked and paced and sat and went to the bathroom and threw up and called the on call doctor and he called in some painkillers for me. I took the painkillers and paced some more and spent more time relieving my stomach of the weight in it. E finally made me go to bed - I fell over on the areobed figuring that would give me a little less complications on throwing up or running for the bathroom. Efrain curled up beside me and Robin took the otherside, laying his head in my hand and generally purring me through the movement of the stone from my kidney to the ureter to the bladder.
Let me tell you, that is true pain. That tube is about the size of a coffee stirrer and the stone is about the size of a lumpy grain of rice - well mine was. It felt weird as it moved into the ureter and made its slow odd movement down toward my bladder. It was the movement from the ureter to the bladder that was the worst pain of all.
I thought my wisdom teeth removal had hurt, but when they ask on a scale of 1-10 of how bad the pain was, this was definitely a 9. It felt like I was trying to pop an orange out of my ear. When it finally released I didn't even realize it was in my bladder until I was drifting off to sleep and my brain pipped up with, "Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore."
So Tuesday I felt achey and tired. Wednesday was busy with Mod going home. I miss him, and am grateful to how good company he was even through I was sick. Thursday we went out to dinner and I wasn't feeling a hundred percent and E stayed home from work on Friday. We decided to go out to grab dinner and just before we left the pain started. It was no where near as bad as it had been on Monday, but still fairly intense. I was actually eating dinner when I felt a little pop. I came home and promptly came down with an ocular migraine and got sick to my stomach. I finally made it to the bathroom, smart enough to filter to catch my stone and sure enough, there was the little bugger. I say it was the size of a grain of rice, but it actually looks like the teeny fuzzy baby pinecone type things that come off of certain evergreen bushes, but lumpy grain of rice works for those that have never seen the teeny pinecone thingies.
I've spent the past twenty-four hours sleeping and having auditory hallucinations. I finally ate something at 6 and am still feeling a bit worse for wear.
All in all, I'm happy it's over and just hope to all hell and back that I don't have to experience it again. I also wouldn't wish this mess on my worst enemy, because it really, really sucks and I probably shouldn't keep the stone, because if I get it analyzed then maybe I won't have to go through the stupid urine study. Also I think I'm going to start calling urologist in the area to find a better one than the ones I've gone to, because the one they handed me at the hospital has a shitty bedside manner. If I need to pay someone to tell me what's wrong with me, I'd really like to find one I feel more comfortable - and as far as I'm concerned - if I'm picky with who my SO is, I feel that I should be picky about who those kind of doctors are. If they're going to fiddle between my bellybutton and my knees, they need to have a decent personality - especially since I'm paying them.
The initial passing from kidney to bladder happened Monday night. It started just as weird as the night that I found out the stone back in December - not feeling quite right, going to take a bath, and then crazy pain in my back just left of my spine. At least I knew what it was this time and I was well hydrated. I walked and paced and sat and went to the bathroom and threw up and called the on call doctor and he called in some painkillers for me. I took the painkillers and paced some more and spent more time relieving my stomach of the weight in it. E finally made me go to bed - I fell over on the areobed figuring that would give me a little less complications on throwing up or running for the bathroom. Efrain curled up beside me and Robin took the otherside, laying his head in my hand and generally purring me through the movement of the stone from my kidney to the ureter to the bladder.
Let me tell you, that is true pain. That tube is about the size of a coffee stirrer and the stone is about the size of a lumpy grain of rice - well mine was. It felt weird as it moved into the ureter and made its slow odd movement down toward my bladder. It was the movement from the ureter to the bladder that was the worst pain of all.
I thought my wisdom teeth removal had hurt, but when they ask on a scale of 1-10 of how bad the pain was, this was definitely a 9. It felt like I was trying to pop an orange out of my ear. When it finally released I didn't even realize it was in my bladder until I was drifting off to sleep and my brain pipped up with, "Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore."
So Tuesday I felt achey and tired. Wednesday was busy with Mod going home. I miss him, and am grateful to how good company he was even through I was sick. Thursday we went out to dinner and I wasn't feeling a hundred percent and E stayed home from work on Friday. We decided to go out to grab dinner and just before we left the pain started. It was no where near as bad as it had been on Monday, but still fairly intense. I was actually eating dinner when I felt a little pop. I came home and promptly came down with an ocular migraine and got sick to my stomach. I finally made it to the bathroom, smart enough to filter to catch my stone and sure enough, there was the little bugger. I say it was the size of a grain of rice, but it actually looks like the teeny fuzzy baby pinecone type things that come off of certain evergreen bushes, but lumpy grain of rice works for those that have never seen the teeny pinecone thingies.
I've spent the past twenty-four hours sleeping and having auditory hallucinations. I finally ate something at 6 and am still feeling a bit worse for wear.
All in all, I'm happy it's over and just hope to all hell and back that I don't have to experience it again. I also wouldn't wish this mess on my worst enemy, because it really, really sucks and I probably shouldn't keep the stone, because if I get it analyzed then maybe I won't have to go through the stupid urine study. Also I think I'm going to start calling urologist in the area to find a better one than the ones I've gone to, because the one they handed me at the hospital has a shitty bedside manner. If I need to pay someone to tell me what's wrong with me, I'd really like to find one I feel more comfortable - and as far as I'm concerned - if I'm picky with who my SO is, I feel that I should be picky about who those kind of doctors are. If they're going to fiddle between my bellybutton and my knees, they need to have a decent personality - especially since I'm paying them.
