There are some things I don't like - and I think you'll agree with me. I don't like pain. I don't like dull aches (like toothaches and ear-aches.) I don't really care for needles, especially those that are lodged in somewhere and not coming out. I don't care for hospitals. And last night I got to experience all three in all their glory.
The story goes like this - I was woken up about 11:15pm or so and I had these sharp pains in my side. Sometimes I get these because I eat supper so late (I work until 8:oopm) so I really didn't think anything of it. I went and took three extra strength advil and went to go lay back down. However, the pain started to radiate and I mean radiate through my entire right side. All I could think was holy crap, never eating spaghetti that late again. The pain would not subside at all. It was like a knife being put into my side and then into my back and then moving around. It was probably some of the worst pain if not THE worst pain I've ever felt in my life (right up there with severely spraining my ankle in volleyball and getting a granule in my eye.)
I gave myself a time limit - if this doesn't get better by 1:30 then I think it's time to go see the emergency room. When I started throwing up, I knew it was time to head out. Now before you yell, yes I've lived here two years now and no, I don't know where the closest emergency room is! I knew of an Aurora clinic that was close so I got in my car and drove the 15 minutes there...only to find out there is no emergency room there!!!!! I wanted to cry, throw up and just plain give up and lay on the road all at the same time. So I did what any normal person would do and drove myself home. Then threw up some more...way more. I tried every position known to man and I'm pretty sure I made up some new yoga moves trying to get comfortable. Nothing worked, not even dulled the pain. When 3:00 rolled around I knew I had to get somewhere.
I ended up at the emergency room about 20 minutes away. The sweet girl checking me in probably thought I was crazy but I could barely stand there to answer her questions. Then a sweet nurse - Dennis took me back to my room (#11) and got all my info. He pretty much new right away what was wrong. We did a urine sample (t.m.i. - i know) and he took some blood to run labs. I got an iv for fluids b/c I was dehydrated and something for the nausea and the pain. I could have kissed him when those pains started to dull. The tests came back and I was assigned a CT scan of my abdomen. All I can say is thank God those CT machines aren't those old one's like a tube that you go into. This one was wide open and really fast. I got sent back to my room then for the radiologist to read the report.
A little later my doctor came back....kidney stones. Two of them, one right by the bladder and one still up higher. Now I don't know anyone but my friends dad who's ever had kidney stones. I got some vicadin - thank God - and some pills for the nausea and told to go home, drink lots of fluid, keep moving and they hopefully will be out soon. So as I sit here, still some off and on pain that comes and goes but I really hope it's that dang second stone just working it's way out.
So if anyone ever has kidney stones - call me. I'll drive miles upon miles to be there for you b/c I have never experience pain like that before. He's hoping to fast moving rocks!!
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