I’ve had them. The first one felt like a nagging back ache in the middle of my back, and when I went to the doctor for muscle relaxants, he hurried me off to the hospital for an injection of fluid to find it. Sure enough, there they were.
The second time…oooh, boy. I’d felt like I had a bladder infection for a few days and I made a promise that I would call the doctor from work and make an appointment.
On my way to work I had to pee so bad I pulled off at a convenience store. Nothing happened. I knew I was in for a treat.
I guess the pain started to get to me, because my hands started to go numb, then my chest, then my whole body, even my eyelids. This is while I’m driving through rush hour traffic to get to work. My only thought was…“Get to work, then I can get help from my friends.” My hands started curling in, my lips started curling in, and I couldn’t talk.
I stumbled into work, dropped my purse, and scared the shit out of my friends, who called 911. I was taken away in an ambulance.
I remember sitting on the gurney, rocking back and forth, I remember vomiting into a garbage can while the paramedics held my hair back, I remember traipsing back and forth with the IV in tow to the bathroom, because I kept feeling like I was going to pee my pants, I remember some rude chick wanting me to sign insurance paperwork (after an IV of heavy drugs), I remember telling the nurse that although my head was floating from the drugs, I was still in pain…then I remember the lovely injection of Taxol. Ah, Taxol. I love you.
Turns out my stones are calcium based, so I’m told to drink lots of water. I gues my 52oz Super Big Gulp jug from 7-11 filled to the brim with ice water each day isn’t cutting it. :rolleyes:
I learned my lesson. The third time I hied myself to the doctor at the earliest symptom and got my butt on antibiotics.
Between kidney stones and labor pains, I’d much rather have the labor pains.