Ha! I had stone attacks with my last two pregnancies. And in the interest of playing “one-upmanship” with you, the last one, not only was I pregnant, but I was a quarter of the way across the country, in Tennessee, for a Baha’i conference! It was one seriously bad attack, too, the kind that cripples you and makes you unable to move (of the dozens of stones I’ve had, I’ve only had maybe five that hurt that bad). My friend Dave was waiting for me in the conference hall, and I came out of the bathroom, unable to do anything but collapse on the nearest sofa. Oh, to make matters worse, Dave is blind. So it wasn’t like he could come ‘looking’ for me! The lobby was deserted because everyone at the conference was in class, lecture, etc. Finally, after about 15 minutes, one of the ladies I was traveling with happened by, and I snagged her. She helped me get up to my room (no small feat; she was about 5’2", maybe 125lb. I was 5’8", 250lbs. and five months pregnant!)
My saving grace was this: Baha’i, as a religion, draws a lot of doctors. A general announcement was made about me, and within ten minutes, my bed was surrounded by: an OB/GYN, a GP, and a urologist, all of whom were attending the conference. The OB was actually from the area and knew of an ER about 40 minutes away that specialized in emergency care for pregnant women! So I grabbed the metal trash can from my room (for puking in; I almost always puke when it’s a stone), and my friend DC drove me to the ER. (She later confessed that she was terrified to call my hubby and tell him what happened; she and he had never met, he’s an atheist, and she was afraid he was going to pin it all on her for dragging me so far from home when I was pregnant! Didn’t happen, of course, he’s a total pussycat). Anyway, once in the hospital, they decided to risk doing a CAT scan, found the stone and treated me. I asked for Toradol (a non-narcotic yet surprisingly effective pain reliever) because I didn’t want narcotics to mess up my baby. But the doctor assured me that morphine was much safer for her than Toradol. So they shot me full of morphine (for pain) and Phenergan (for nausea) and sent me back to the conference with a bottle of Percocet. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the conference in my room, in bed, with my friends taking turns fetching me pitchers of ice water, and bananas (the only food I could seem to keep down).
It was, aside from the time I nearly died, my most interesting kidney stone experience.
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