The Kidney Stone Incident
For weeks I had been having intermittent pain starting on my left back and extending into my front. I eventually figured it was a kidney stone and went to my doctor to confirm.
They told me it probably was and I should go see my urologist and get a Cat Scan to confirm. I made those appointments for the following week.
A few days later, the pain grew so intense I couldn’t stand it and asked Barbara to take me to emergency. She called my son and he drove us to the hospital. On the way we found out my son had to be somewhere else and over his objections, called my sister to come down and stay with Barbara at the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital and without too much delay, although it seemed interminable to me, took me into a triage suite.
The first problem was setting up an IV and taking blood from me. At the best of times, it is difficult to find my veins, but this time was almost impossible. It took two of the specialists and numerous “sticks” to finally get an IV and to draw blood. Once the IV was established, they gave me a pain medication that worked quickly. I returned to my somewhat jovial self and was able to see some humor in what was going on around me.
There was a very friendly man next door who was singing, talking excitedly, and being very friendly to everyone. He was being Baker Acted. Barbara insisted I not go over and talk to him, as the staff might mix up which one of us was Baker Acted and which was for Kidney Stones. I was sure they could tell us apart, but agreed to stay put.
The doctor ordered a Cat Scan and told me I had a Kidney Stone and was to be admitted because of an infection accompanying it. Fortunately they kept giving me pain medication, so I didn’t care what they did.
I sent everyone home and waited for a room to open up.
Eventually I was wheeled up to a room around 12:30 AM.
It was incredibly noisy.
Not only was I across from the nurses station, but everyone on the floor seemed to have their TV’s on at full volume, including my roommate. I wasn’t getting any sleep anyway, as the IV had me peeing every 20 minutes. In the early hours of the morning, people were watching game shows, political commentary and Jerry Springer type shows. Where are the Baker Act people when you need them.
Around 4 AM people started coming in to take vital signs, take blood and to see if I needed anything.
Breakfast was at 8 and shortly after a Doctor showed up. He was a Urologist and told me I had two choices. Try to pass it on my own, or they could go in (you don’t want to know how) and remove it. I opted for the former, which he seemed to agree to. I had to wait til his colleague showed up to get discharged.
Meanwhile, Barbara and my sister, Regina showed up. The day progressed with my peeing every 20 minutes, and not being able to hold down any food. The pain medicine had a nausea affect on me.
I took the opportunity to try to guilt my daughter into flying down to visit her “sick” father (didn’t work) and to post a picture of me in my new Halloween Costume: Kidney Stone Patient.
I was amazed at the response I got. It seems everyone but me has had a kidney stone in the past. Who knew? I got lots of sympathy and I appreciated it.
Around 5 PM the other doctor showed up and tried to talk me out of going home. He said I would most likely need the procedure and not be able to pass the stone on my own. I agreed to spend one more night in the hospital and he changed my pain meds to eliminate the nausea.
It was just as noisy the second night, even with my getting my roommate to lower his volume. No sleep for two nights.
The Urologist came in and instead of insisting on my getting the procedure, said I should go home. I readily agreed but still had to wait for his colleague to officially do it. I was fed up with having to drag around the IV every time I went to the bathroom.
The doctor came in around 1 PM and discharged me with a prescription for pain medication and an antibiotic.
Barbara and Regina drove me home.
I spend the the rest of the day drinking water and tea, and peeing every 20 minutes. The night was the same but when I woke up, I wasn’t in any pain. I think the stone moved to where it wasn’t pressing on anything.
Barbara who had been extremely nice to me told me my time for niceness had passed, as I was feeling better and could do things on my own. She had even let me snore for the 20 minutes I was able to sleep between peeing during the night. Obviously that dispensation was over.
I posted the end of the niceness window of opportunity, and everyone seemed to side with Barbara. Go figure.
As an aside, when Barbara tries to get me to stop snoring, she whispers my name until I wake up. I asked her why she is whispering since her goal is to wake me up and using a normal voice would accomplish her goal quicker. She had no answer for that but said she was afraid I would become startled and fall out of bed if she was too loud. Really? That’s the reason for whispering.
The day progressed with Barbara and my sister coming up with disgusting suggestions off the internet on how to get rid of kidney stones. For instance, one site said I should drink Olive Oil, lemon juice and apple cider vinegar. I declined.
I continued trying to guilt my daughter, but she seemed to take on her mother’s attitude that the crisis was over and I should drink the olive oil while filming my reaction to the taste. I again declined.
That night, I again peed in twenty minute intervals and I think something came out, but I am not sure.
Anyway, I am feeling better and I am trapping what appears to be remnants in the strainer.
Hope to never have to repeat this again, It wasn’t fun and I didn’t enjoy it, even with the pain meds.