No worries, Gaspode. We know it hurts like hell. I think the most maddening thing about it is that with most ordinary pain, you can turn on your side, or hold your hand to the wound, or rub the skin nearby, or dammit all something to make it feel better.
But with this, not so much.
I hope it never comes to this in your case, Gaspode — and given your location I don’t know how relevant my experience is — but if you need to know about lithotripsy (could be worse), dialysis (heaven forbid) or transplant (ack!) then I’ve been there, kidneys removed, the whole nine yards. Or the whole… uh, nine megabucks or centipedes or hectares or whatever you use over there in Sweden.
Here’s to hoping it’s just an isolated problem that will go away if you drink a bunch of beer! Remember, the Onion reports that a quart of bourbon a day reduces awareness of heart attacks.
Been there, done that. Kidney stone in 1987, had the roto-rooter operation to get rid of it. The pain from the two episodes I had prior to the surgery has got to count toward some sort of redemption in the cosmic scheme of things. And I found out that Mr. Morphine is not my friend 'cause he makes me barf, but Mr. Demerol most assuredly is my friend. I hurt but I didn’t care. I was also so spaced out that I was answering questions, but my responses would come out in different languages.
The urologist suggested drinking a half gallon of water a day, as well as cranberry juice, which tends to make the urine more acidic and helps keep the stones from reforming
Last year, I had gallstones. That hurt almost as much. I’m now minus a gallbladder and much happier for it. Not an acceptable substitute.
