When I went to the hospital a week ago Saturday with stomach pain they did a CAT scan and diagnosed me with gastritis.
What they DIDN’T tell me was on the CAT scan, where they saw my inflamed stomach lining, they also saw a stone in my kidney. :eek:
Fast forward to this morning. My gastritis is better, I stopped taking the carafate because it left me painfully constipated, and I’m getting ready to go to work for my last day before my hysterectomy.
Hmm. Stomach pain again, but this time it’s lower and worse. I decide to swing by the convenience store on my way to work and pick up some cranberry juice, thinking it’s the beginning of a bladder infection.
Sitting behind the wheel was much more painful, and after I picked up the cranberry juice I paced back and forth on the sidewalk by the store, trying to ease the pain.
My boss was out, one of my staff was out, and if I didn’t come in that was almost half the department out.
I didn’t go to work. I got myself to the ER. I threw up in the ER parking lot from the pain, stumbled in, and bless them, they took my vitals and got me back right away.
Two shots of morphine and a shot of Toradol and the pain finally eased. The nurse said based on how I was acting when I got in she thought it was a kidney stone. The doctor at agreed and I got a pee strainer to take home.
THEN I went to work. Yes, my husband yelled at me and so did everyone else when I showed up. But I had a couple of things to take care of and I didn’t want to leave everyone stranded with two other people also out, because when my boss is out I’m in charge. I was there less than an hour, picked up the meds, and came home.
Where I peed into the strainer and caught the damn stone.
My gyno says I’m all set for my hysterectomy tomorrow, so now I get to prep like I’m having a colonoscopy.
I had kidney stones about 15-20 years ago. I’m quite willing not to have another for about fifty more years.